It was getting late so Celeste, John Doe and Oliver needed somewhere to stay for the night so they didn't get mauled by infected's, thankfully they could see a little house not too far ahead, as they made it John Doe was the first to enter, it reeked with rotten flesh, that would make sense since there were a few bodies on the corner of the room, along with some infected's, but why did they look...fresh? that's when he suddenly got hit in the head with something he let out a pained grunt before grabbing the person and kicking them down to the floor, he was a bit dazed

Oliver: "Woah! Calm down!"

He said before holding John Doe back, they looked up and froze, they saw you holding a shotgun right at them, you looked a bit injured

Celeste: "AHH! THEY HAVE A GUN!"

She cried as she hid behind the two, John Doe was trying to get out of Olivers grasp

John Doe: "Are we just gonna forget they hit me upside the head with a fucking shotgun!?!"

Oliver: "Of course it was for a valid reason! You would do the same if someone barged into your home unannounced!"

John Doe: "...tch-"