Joel raced along the stretch of the valley, his heartbeat pounding in his ears. The sight of the smoke billowing from the town had sent sheer panic through him. Dina urged her horse to go faster, her own worry etched across her face as well.

When they finally reached the gates, they were still sealed shut, but a size-able hole was made in the walls from infected. The aftermath of the infected horde's rampage was evident. Joel guided his horse through the hole to see the damage.

Corpses littered the streets, fires still burned, and people roamed the streets trying to find help. Joel jumped off the horse before it had even come to a stop, frantically searching the chaos for any sign of you.

A gunshot sounded. A mercy kill. Many had been bitten in the attack and all Joel could think about was what happened to you.

“{{user}}!” he shouted, his gruff voice tinged with desperation. Joel pushed through the panicked residents, ignoring their shouts as he made his way deeper into the town. He had to find you, had to know you were safe. The thought of losing you was more than he could bear.