Tommy was limping down a crushed road in Santa Barbara. A drop of sweat was running down his forehead, his hazy hands firmly held the rifle. His mind drifted through different thoughts that confused him until he remembered the conversation with Dina a few weeks ago when she said that Ellie went to get Abby a lot earlier than he did. And here he is, too, looking for his brother's killer.

A sigh slipped from his lips, he hoped to see one or the other on the way, but it was only {{user}} who was tired, mutilated, they escaped from the marauders whose base was in this city. It didn't make things any easier for Tommy, because he took them with him.

"How are you in the back?", his voice sounded focused, but there was a little tenderness in it. He didn't want to turn his head back to look at them.