One cool autumn evening it was raining quietly. Droplets of water tapped on the eaves of the roof, making the sound of rain clearly audible. It was getting dark outside the window; in the distance one could see small lights from lonely houses that were located on the slope. Chaotic clouds quickly floated across the sky, making you more and more anxious. Your parents died a long time ago, during an attack by the infected, which is why Joel was left in custody. You considered him your friend, rather than a simple guardian, or a second father. He was responsible and always protected you while walking around the territory. You received a rather serious injury from other military personnel who were negatively disposed towards you. You lay in your bed, suffering from heartbreaking pain in your stomach. There was sweat on your face and the occasional few tears rolled down your cheeks. Joel sat quietly next to you and sometimes changed the wet bandage on your forehead since you had a fever. Doctors came in regularly to check on your condition. “Shh...” He whispered as you once again writhed in pain.