Okay, I lied. No David this chapter. Need to get a few plot points out of the way before we move on. Enjoy.

Jakes POV

We dragged, yes dragged, Joel into the back of the truck. I was surprised by Ellie's mood, she wasn't crying, she wasn't freaking the fuck out, instead she had this look on her face that, if redirected at me, could send me curling up in a corner and pissing my pants. Speaking of pants, mine were fucked. Almost all of it was stained dark red by Joel's blood. I wasn't pissed; I had an extra pair in my 'pack. What really got me though, was of how MUCH there was.

Joel was pretty fucked up, now I would apologize for the excessive use of the word 'fuck' but this was bad, pretty damn bad. The worse I've seen in a long time. I honestly didn't know what to do, back at the zone; they would drag the guy over to the medical bay, stick some good old stimulants in him and hope for the best, we didn't have that option. I mean, I didn't want Ellie to suffer losing her father figure like I had. I walked over to Ellie; she was standing near him, digging around in her backpack.

"Finally, I fucking found it." She exclaimed, pulling out some rubbing alcohol and some bandages.

"Here, let me see those." I said, sticking my hand out.

"No, I got it." She said, turning away from me.

"There was this medic back at the zone, a nice old guy by the name of Shelby. He was an old war buddy of my dad before it all hit the fan. He taught me some basic medical skills. If anyone should be dressing those wounds, it should be me." I said Ellie paled a bit when I mentioned my dad. God I miss him.

"You sure about this?" She said looking at me with her emerald green eyes.

I smirked. "C'mon Ellie were partners now, you gotta trust me with this."

She reluctantly handed the supplies over to me, I got to work. First off I washed my hands with the water from my canteen. Don't wanna get any more nasty shit into him. Second, I cleaned the wound by getting one of my washed towels from my 'pack and wiping on it, ruining the towels, but who cares? Joel yelled out in pain within his coma before settling back down. Ellie looked at me curiously. I gave her a nervous smile and went back to work. Third, I dressed the wound, rubbing the rubbing alcohol over it. Fourth and final, I wrapped the wound around and around in bandages before stepping back and looking at my handiwork.

My hands were now covered in blood. Add that to the fact that my legs were too, and I looked like one of those psychos from the cover of those movie posters I occasionally see. It looked pretty good to me; Joel was looking as healthy as he could, considering the circumstances. Ellie seemed content with my work; I helped her drag Joel to the back seat and left him lying there. It was starting to rain by the time we got finished. I got in the passenger's seat while she got in the drivers.

"You know how to drive?" I asked her, while she revved up the engine.

"Yeah, it's one of my multiple amazing fucking talents." She grinned at me as we took off. I smiled back.

She could drive, very fucking fast, I might add. We seemed to speed by ever fucking tree like we took two shots too many of cocaine and were going for a little 'Joyride' around the park. I'm a bit stumped over Ellie. On one hand she's cool, funny, and more badass than I could ever hope to be. On the other hand, though she always seemed to be hiding something; awkwardly making stuff up or looking uncomfortable when I asked more about her. I don't know, I'll ask about it later when we get settled down somewhere.

We eventually pulled up to a neighborhood. Worn, rotted, old houses lined the streets, broken cars sitting on their driveways or near the sidewalk. Most were shit, but a few were salvageable, we pulled up to the biggest, most intact, house on the block.

"Good as place as any." She said with a sigh as she got out and headed towards the back.

"For what?" I asked.

"Winters coming and I don't want Joel, or us freezing to death." She sternly said.

I nodded. We headed inside the place; it was an ordinary house, one floor, living room, kitchen, bedrooms, the works. We got Joel inside and laid him on one of those hard as a rock couches and thought up a plan.

"How long do you think it's gonna take Joel to heal?" She asked me.

"I really don't know, he's lost a lot of blood, and he might catch a fever." I told her.

"Right, so we need medicine." She said.

"Lots of it."

"Let's check around the house." She said, as we took off to search.

We found a few anti-fever pills and some painkillers, but nothing substantial. We did find a basement, however, and moved Joel down there, figuring its better than being up there in the cold. By then it was getting dark and Ellie insisted in sleeping down here with Joel. I shrugged and went upstairs to find some blankets and pillows, when I got back down I handed Ellie a blanket and a pillow and went to the corner.

After making my little sleeping area Ellie asked me. "You mentioned your dad earlier, how was he? As person I mean if it's okay."

I was a little taken back by that question but I shrugged. "Back at the zone, he was one of those guards who would yell and knock you to the ground, scanning if you were infected or not. He did that because he cared, I don't know. He was an asshole with a heart of gold, nothing more, nothing less and I loved him. What more is there to say?" It was true, me and my dad didn't see eye to eye but we were still family, and family looks out for each other. I really miss him the more I think about him.

She turned pale when I finished. I asked if she was okay.

"I think there's something I have to tell you." Ellie said looking nervous.

She told me and I can't fucking believe it.

She told me and I can't fucking believe it.

I feel sad that I can't get pissed and I'm pissed that I feel sad. I can't get pissed, not at Ellie, not at Joel, they were just doing what they had too and knowing my dad and his buddies that came with him, they wouldn't take any chances. Still she killed my fucking dad, when I first heard that he was dead it brought me to my knees but this just make me sulk in the corner. It all makes sense, her holding stuff back, the look in her eyes; she was feeling guilty the whole time.

I just kinda sat there for a bit, just thinking this shit over. I really don't remember if I cried or not and I don't really care either. Ellie thought to give as much time as I needed and I was just alone with only a guy in a coma for comfort. Eventually I decided to sleep, because I thought that this would feel better in the morning, most things do. So I sat down in the corner, laid a blanket over me, and started counting in my head, trying to fall asleep.

That's some cheery stuff right there.

Okay sorry, I needed to get the whole 'revelations' bit out of the way before winter. Next chapter will be David; I'm feeling kinda bad for Ellie. 'Shelby' was a character from 'Heavy Rain' a game that I was watching a let's play of. Also added a cover image, hope you guys like it. Reviews keep me going.

Until next time

-Jogman