Joel groaned gently, hissing in pain as his hand groggily fell on his side, which felt like it had been torn open. The scent of smoke filled his nostrils and something unfamiliar as he heard somebody moving around in the snow, hearing boots crunching against the snow and sticks.

He snapped wide awake and sat up as fast as he could, his hand snapping to his side to try and find his revolver or something to attack with, but nothing he quickly looked around, ignoring the pain as he looked around.