No Ifs, Ands, or Bears About It by Celia Kyle

They head toward a church that Bill has converted into an armory. Bill agrees to put a car together for Joel and Ellie, but tells them that once it is done, he owes Joel no more favors. Joel calms Ellie down and returns to Bill, insisting the favors Bill owes him are worth the effort and asserting he won't leave without a car. Ellie insults Bill's waistline, and he responds to the teenager with a threat. Bill begins to sharpen his machete, sarcastically saying Joel can have his food too. Bill says he does not have a working car, but tells them there are car parts located in another area of the town. Joel quickly gets up and stops Ellie from causing further harm.Īfter a brief argument, Joel asks Bill for a car, with Ellie reminding Bill about the favors he owes to Joel.

Bill subdues both of them, fearful that they have been bitten, although Ellie manages to break free of her restraints and beats Bill with a pipe. Much to Bill's dismay, Joel and Ellie arrive at his safe house in Lincoln, disabling many of his traps and alerting an overwhelming swarm of runners to their presence in the process. By summer 2033, Bill had racked up quite a few favors to Joel for unspecified reasons. Īfter having met Joel and Tess in nearby Boston at some point, he made smuggling arrangements with them, trading food, ammunition, and occasionally medicine into the quarantine zone (QZ).

To protect himself from the infected and hunters, Bill constructed many barricades and traps around his hometown. However, at some point, Frank left Bill on his own and disappeared. Īt some point prior to 2033, Bill and his partner Frank were the only survivors living in Lincoln, a town that was populated by an unusually large number of infected. He also adapted to the new world and became a competent scavenger. Bill was well-equipped for survival before the Cordyceps brain infection outbreak, having obtained mechanical skills at some point in his life as he is able to repair vehicles and build things from scraps.

No Ifs, Ands, or Bears About It by Celia Kyle