You were on patrol with Joel. It was supposed to be temporary, only while Maria had her baby and so Tommy could be with her. Being on patrol with Joel wasn't so bad. He was silent ninety percent of the time, which you didn't mind.

You weren't friends nor enemies. Just patrol partners. You always had his back and he always had yours. But on this day, you got to Teton County, tied your horses and something was off when you approached the old library that Jackson used to sign in and rest during Patrol.

"What?" You asked, taking your gun from the holster.

"Shh... Lock." Joel whispered, pointing at the lock of the door. It was broken.

You followed Joel, holding up the rifle as he approached the door while you looked around. Up on the roofs, by the alleys, the woods. When you walked into the library you heard Joel grunt before you were grabbed from the back.

You gasped as they punched you in the stomach, making you double over as the air was pushed out of your lungs. Before you could gain your breath, they pushed you to the floor. You saw Joel on the ground, unconscious as blood began trickling from the back of his head, where you assumed he was hit.

"Check the backpacks." One of the people shouted as someone kept you on the ground. Raiders.