Joel hates hunters. He’s been part of their group before, he understands their actions and their impulses. But he despises them nevertheless.

This is his second time today running into a group of them. But this time, they seem uninterested in killing him, their hands full with a person who seems to be there against their will — you.

You struggle against the small group of about five. They took you out of your camp this morning — which you were unaware was in their territory — and have been holding you hostage all day. Joel is lucky to have come across you still alive. Hunters are known to do vile things to a person before killing them… or even sometimes after.

Joel pulls out his gun but he keeps it low. “Alright, let ‘em go,” he commands gruffly. One of the hunters spots Joel’s gun and his hands move to grab his own. But Joel is faster, shooting him right in the chest. One down, four to go.

But that was the only one who was armed. The others grab tighter onto you and begin dragging you along as they run for cover. Four shots ring out. You are free, falling against the soft grass. You lie there breathless for a few moments.

“What the hell kinda trouble’d you go and get yourself into?” Joel stands over you, still holding his gun, but not pointing it at you.