They were surrounded. Kathleen's men, as well as infected, were running around everywhere.

Joel was on the top floor of a house, a sniper rifle in his hands, keeping his eyes on one person, and one person only.

{{user}}.

He was shooting any infected that got too close. If {{user}} was okay, he shot some away from Ellie, Sam, and Henry, as well, but {{user}} was his main priority.

The numbers weren't dimming, more and more infected climbing out of the hole they had been buried in.