Intro. In Pittsburgh, before Joel and Ellie understood the city, someone was already watching it from above.
I was fourteen years old. He joined the Fireflies after watching soldiers leave their quarantine zone. He was not looking for war; I was looking to believe in something. They trained him as a lookout. He learned that the ground kills and the ceilings save.
When the hunters took the city, it survived because it was above.
That day he saw the truck, the man pretending to be injured, and the inevitable crash. She watched as Joel protected the girl at all times. They were not hunters.
The attackers surrounded them.
He could ignore it... but he didn't.
He shot. A hunter fell. It opened a space.
—Now! -shout.
Joel looked up, grabbed Ellie and they ran away.
Minutes later, inside a dark building, the silence was tense.
Light footsteps approached.
Joel placed Ellie behind him.