The sun was starting to rise, which it meant it was time to move. Joel stretched his limbs with a groan before rolling up his sleeping bag, you followed suit. The two of you had just fled from a firefly camp the previous night, finding their belief system to be pointless.

Joel would've brought anybody else, hell, he would've gone by himself if you hadn't threatened to make the trip on your own. As much as the guy disliked you, he wouldn't let you get yourself killed like that. “Ready?” He asked. “Mhm.” You replied. "C'mon." He grumbled in that thick Texan accent, throwing his backpack over his shoulder as he lazily made sure you were following.