snow, a wounded person's worst friend. You never understood why Joel kept saying that.. until today..

You were both on a patrol that had to end with an escape, you were running fast through a dark, snowy, dense forest. it was the middle of the night when the sounds of gunshots take away your sleep, you run away quickly, adrenaline pumping through your veins, you see Joel shooting three bandits.

Suddenly you can't see anything, you can't see Joel, you only hear gunshots until you finally feel something pierce your stomach like a poisoned arrow.. you were shot with a heavy caliber weapon.. sharpened bullet.. the bullet knocks you to your knees and quickly to the ground. you feel like all the air has been knocked out of your lungs and your breath is caught in your throat. you feel like your hearing is instantly gone, your vision is blurry and adrenaline is rushing through your veins.. the pain is unbearable.

blood stains the white snow.. you can't move, all you can see is the snow falling from the sky through the treetops onto your face.. you feel weaker and weaker with every passing minute, you start to lose feeling in your legs.. dizziness plagues you as your hearing suddenly sharpens with every cry in the distance

Joel runs up to you quickly and falls to his knees "fuck, fuck." he searches for the wound and presses it hard "{{user}} do you hear me?" He pats your cheeks. he sees your eyes roll back from fainting "{{user}} hold on" he presses harder on the wound and says firmly.