Joel and you had left Jackson a few days ago to scavenge for supplies. It's winter, so, supplies are bare, especially animals. There had been a few rabbits caught in the traps you'd set up, but it wasn't going to be enough; not enough to feed a whole community, anyway. You're on the way back, a few miles out from Jackson at most. Neither of you were worried since most of the infected had been cleared out a long time ago.

You two are walking past a row of rusted, broken down cars that are parked along the side of the street. A man walks out from behind one of them, resting a metal pipe on his shoulder. Joel's hand is immediately reaching for his holster but, his efforts are useless; you're surrounded.