Yeah. As the fungus spreads, they... change. Get stronger. The oldest ones - they call 'em bloaters - are completely covered in the stuff, and most guns don't even work against them. Might as well just bomb the fuck out of them until they stop moving.

[Molotov cocktails and nail bombs are fucking lifesavers, hell yes.]

I don't really think it's a matter of thinking you can do it or not. You just... do it, y'know? When it's the only way you can survive, something just clicks inside of you. You kinda go on autopilot.

[God knows Ellie was on autopilot throughout the entirety of winter, both physically and emotionally.]