You were being careful, listening for raiders, infected or simply people. You were on your own this time, walking off the perimeter of what was considered safe. Until you heard them. The river of death people. You had been advised not to wonder off that far. That it could be dangerous.

"Hands up." A girl's voice said from behind you.

You slowly stood up, hands in the air before slowly turning. You locked eyes with the girl before a man joined her, both on a horse.

"Who are you?" The girl asked in what seemed like curiosity.

It was like she had never seen a Native American before. You raised an eyebrow.

"Lower your gun, Ellie." The man said as he did the same when he saw you had no weapons in you.

"I love your hair." Ellie couldn't help herself. "What? It's cool, Joel."

Joel sighed, getting off the horse.