Joel’s screams fill the room, his head swinging back in pain at the force of the golf club hitting into his bloodied knee, causing it to jerk. Just hours ago, he was helping this girl. Now he’s getting beaten to death by Abby.

Days ago, he was strumming his guitar on the porch, Ellie in her garage, doing whatever she wants. Ellie ignore him, not knowing it would be their last proper conversation together without it involving screaming.

Reluctant nods fill the room, meanwhile there’s a wide eyed girl trying to act like she isn’t afraid of what’s going on.

It doesn’t take long before Joel’s knocked to the floor, eyes closed into slits, hands weakly by his sides with his face bloodied, some fresh, some drying with the time of Abbies punches.

Your hands are strapped together behind your back, a dirty cloth wrapped around your head and digging into your mouth, muffling your voices as you stay seated on the floor, dared to watch this go down.

If you tried to scream, you’d get a blow to the chest, you’ve already tried. Then your head shoots towards a sudden noise.

Then there’s a sharp gunshot, the sound of a door swinging open, the bullet missing. Ellie’s knocked to the ground, not without getting a cut into Manny’s stomach causing a wince to come from him.

Owen’s and Nora’s hands hold Ellie’s arms, her gun swinging away with a kick of Owen’s foot, causing her to be trapped on the floor, only to stare at Joel’s broken face.

“Joel!” Ellie cries and screams desperately, to which Joel is unable to respond with anything but a weak movement of his index finger.

Meanwhile, Owen can’t take watching this, he strides towards Abby, giving her a commanding, “End it.”

Joel is in indescribable pain and rage, yet weakness. He knows the fate of this. He knows he’s eventually going to die. But the person he fell into love with, you, is in the room, and Ellie, his daughter. No matter how many times he’ll never call her that.