You ducked behind a shelf, trying to a calm down, worried that the two survivors you saw were on your tail and that was confirmed to be true when you heard the abandoned shops door open and squeal closed. Two footsteps, one heavy and one a bit softer. The two sets of footsteps belonging to Joel and Ellie.

Joel stayed in front of Ellie, watching her, keeping still and listening for any sign of movement to know somebody else was here. Keeping a finger on the trigger of his shotgun.