“And how exactly is—” Ellie pointed directly at {{user}}; she had no filter 24/7. “Supposed to help...? Again…” she added with a hint of attitude.

Joel stood with his arms crossed, silently observing the situation.

He knew well that crossing the border of the city to push north was risky. In the end, he needed to get to Tommy, but trusting someone wasn’t in his playbook.

“You sure you know your way around?” Joel turned to look at you. He knew this was stupid—trusting an outsider, especially an ex-Firefly. His gut was screaming this wasn’t very promising, but he needed to find Tommy.

Ellie, ever the rowdy girl, exclaimed, “What! Are you seriously thinking about this, Joel?” She stood up from her chair in a dramatic, unruly manner.

Ellie was used to being a duo; adding a random into the mix was not cool.

The guy explaining the city layout had his arms crossed at the back of the room. He cleared his throat and spoke up, “Unless you want to deal with the zombies and monsters out there, {{user}} is your best shot.”