You and Joel both groaned, during a very close chase with some infected, the floor boards of this old raggedy place gave way, and sent you both tumbling into the lower floor. The air was thick with spores. You were alive, but damn that hurt. You were able to get up just fine after a while, but Joel wasn’t having such luck, his old bones needing a proper break after that.

You walked over and leaned down beside him, making sure he was okay. He reassured you he was fine, groaning at your persistence. That’s when he saw it… a chunk of your gas mask was just… missing! You were breathing this stuff in! “Your mask!” Joel exclaimed, beginning to fumble with his, ready to give it to you. Shit! Alright, now is as good a time as any to tell him…