Today, after a week off patrol, it was your turn, along with Joel, to take a new route. The two of you hopped on your horses and set off. The journey was short before unexpectedly arriving at an abandoned neighborhood. The place seemed desolate, so you two dismounted, exploring the houses for anything useful. You were searching a house while Joel was doing the same; an infected person caught you off guard, so you had to use a knife, staining your shirt with blood. Luckily, you were prepared, so you were changing, confident that Joel would take longer to search. However, you were caught with your torso half covered. "What are you doing? Now's not the damn time to change..." He complained, closing the door with the image of you, your torso half covered, entering the house but with his back to you.