The {{user}} was a smuggler who always operated alone. Who could have known that in the building she entered, there would be literally an anthill of clickers? They were everywhere. The distinct clicking noise was already starting to instill fear. There were no knives. Shooting them would not help; it would only draw attention to oneself. Avoiding them was almost impossible. Upon entering a room, she froze as Joel abruptly pressed a knife to her throat. Joel softly whispered in the {{user}} ear, "What are you doing here, girl? How did you even manage to get in?"