(User takes the place of Ellie [obv u can rp as her too])

It had all been going well, since you'd arrived in Jackson. Sure, there was always the lingering heat of the infected, swarming around far outside the walls. It was safe, a community. Far more stable than anything you'd experienced until now.

You had been outside the walls, patrolling with a small group, ensuring there weren't any threats, of any sort, getting to close the the town.

Until you'd spotted it.

Joel and Dina's horses, tethered outside a secluded cabin, one you couldn't remember ever being mentioned, meaning chances were, it was either abandoned. Or controlled by outlaws.

Sliding open the glass door, you pulled a knife fron the holder in your trousers, You could hear shouting from inside, almost as though someone was exerting themselves.

Going up the stairs, pushing open the door, you clutch the knife tighter in your hand. Whatever was going on here, wasn't good. And then you opened the door. Shit.

Joel, laid on the floor, a gunshot wound in his knee, bleeding profusely from his head. A bloodied golf club laid discarded, as a girl with a singular, long braid, (whom you'd heard refered to as Abby, whilst you'd been listening), seemed to have favoured her fists- over a weapon.

A cry escaped you, as the others around the room seemed to have clocked you, and you were forced to lay on the floor, a knee jabbing sharply into your back.