Rain clattered off of the concrete rooftop, dripping down the windows of the theater.

You and Ellie were attempting to track down the WLF, specifically the group of asshats that had murdered Joel. Thankfully, you had names now.

“So, the numbers are all locations?” Ellie clarified, her fingers tracing the creased map of Seattle, now dotted with notes and labels, coordinates and names.

The radio wasn’t too noisy at the moment. It was a good time to explain what symbol meant what.