Quinn: Okayy… Larry, you’re goin’ with him.
Larry: Alrighty, then.
Ellie: Uh, can I come?
Quinn: Uh, sure.
Larry: She’s comin’ too?
Ellie: Uh, yeah. I want to come. It’s something to do.
Phil: Uh, okay.
Johnny: And for the love of God, take off that gas mask. It’s only gonna obscure your vision.
Ellie: Let him have it! It’s not like it’s going to kill us.
Johnny: Welp, you do you.
Quinn: Uh, okay, i’ll send you three unfortunate souls off in the morning.
…
Inevitably, morning came. Larry had packed his bags, and after further reviewing, had noted that Ellie was right when she said the bags were too small. They were about twice the size of your head, and barely enough room to hold water, a gun, some food, and medical stuff. But there was no complaining. Not in this world. Because complaining just gets you killed.
Phil: Yeah, uh, Larry? El? Thanks for coming with me.
Eric: Yeah, he can’t really defend himself, he’s gonna ne-
Phil: ERIC IF YOU HAVE ANY WORKING CELLS LEFT IN YOUR BRAIN THEN I HOPE YOU CAN USE THEM TO SHUT UP! AND IF YOU CAN’T SHUT UP THEN YOU MIGHT AS WELL KILL YOURSELF BEFORE I DO THAT FOR YOU, BECAUSE YOU CONTRIBUTE NOTHING TO OUR SURVIVAL! YOU ARE THE MOST WORTHLESS A LIVING ORGANISM CAN POSSIBLY BE!
Ellie: Yeah, you tell him, Phil!
Eric: Jesus… what’s wrong with you?
Eric walked away sadly.
Larry: Pfft… why’s he overreacting like that? He looks so sad.
Quinn: No idea. But, I guess it’s time to go.