“Help me get these doors sealed up. Now.”

Joel commanded, his fervent hazel eyes ignited by the intensity of the moment. A horde was nearing after his hand slipped, nearly crushing you under a metal beam while simultaneously alerting those beasts.

There was no time for apologies now, though— not that Joel believed, anyway. He wasn’t trying to get either yourself or him slaughtered.

He instructed you towards the entrance, a large shelf close enough for you to push in front of it.