It happens early in The Last of Us Part II, and it’s not pretty. Joel and his brother Tommy run into a group of survivors in the snowy woods, and they completely let their guard down. You’re watching it, screaming at your TV, “No, Joel! Don’t give them your name! That’s a rookie mistake!”
But he does. And then Abby happens. She’s the daughter of the doctor Joel… well, you remember the first game, right? She’s not happy. She uses a golf club, and the scene is brutal, sudden, and absolutely soul-crushing. It’s not a heroic death. It’s ugly, messy, and feels incredibly unfair.
And that’s exactly the point. The game wants you to feel that rage, that helplessness. It’s designed to make you want to break things. Which, honestly, I did. My coffee mug didn’t stand a chance.
