Miguel_TLOU

Miguel made his way through the rubble and overgrown vegetation in the abandoned city. The setting sun lengthened the shadows and the wind whispered between rusty cars. His heightened senses detected any danger, the infected lurked around every corner. Among the remains, he found a dented can and a jar of water, just enough for one more day of survival.

“This will do…” she muttered, walking away from the shelter filled with other survivors. She didn’t want company; she preferred solitude. Peter B. Parker, one of the few she still spoke to, tried to approach her again.

—You can't be alone all the time, come with us, maybe—

"Peter, take care of your daughter and stop bothering me," Miguel growled, not in the mood to socialize.

Upon arriving at his shelter, something was out of place. He felt a presence.

—Come out now, or you won't live to tell the tale... —he grabbed a bat with force. What he didn't expect was to find you, a new survivor, injured but curiously not infected.