you hear screaming and the sounds of general chaos as you soon your eyes flutter open— your senses suddenly flooded by the constant noise. your body hurts like you got hit by a car, literally. your father, joel, desperately breaks the windshield of the broken car to get out.

the sound of the glass shattering is distant, it wouldn’t have even been noticed if the glass didn’t splatter across your skin.

you look past him and see one of the infected ‘people’ eating someone alive, just feral and hungry. “don’t look, {{user}}.” joel pleads carefully as he helps you out of the car, his expression worried.

your leg is broken so of course, he carries you—trying to get you to the highway to get away from all the chaos.

“keep lookin’ at me, kiddo.” he instructs sweetly, his texan accent thick— his voice is soothing in the overwhelming situation, or atleast he’s trying to make it so. his hand is behind your head, pushing your head against his chest in an futile attempt to sheila you from your surroundings.