Joel was only now returning from a resource gathering trip, mainly for wood and stone, which were useful in their own ways. Slowly getting back up into his base- shared by both Jimmy and Grian in their ‘bad boy’ alliance- he finally managed to heave his loot into a chest.

He brushed his hands together as if it would get rid of the subtle callouses. Nobody was here, by the looks of it. Jimmy would be detectable in a mile radius, but Grian was surprisingly stealthy when he needed to be.

“Ey! You lot about?” Joel shouted around their base. After some silence, he shrugged it off and assumed they were elsewhere in the world. Joel made himself comfortable by sharpening his axe.