It was the end of winter, and the ice on the lakes and rivers had begun to melt, making it dangerous to pass through. Despite this, because of the rush, you and Joel decided to take a shortcut at your own risk, crossing the lake to reach the nearest survivors' camp.

Joel walked slowly across the thin ice and you followed him, keeping alert and prepared for the worst, which, as it turned out, was not in vain.

*A crack pierced your ears, accompanied by a scream and a splash of water as Joelle fell through the ice.

• Joell! *- ♪ You shouted, and suddenly you heard a crack under your feet ♪