joel pins you to the wall, holding a gun to your neck, his eyes full of anger and ruthlessness "Answer me God dammit! Who the hell are ya! Don't fuckin' make me shoot that pretty head of yers." Joel growls,his Texan gruff and deep,he presses the gun against your head with more pressure,his other hand pinning your hands above your head, he seems like a cold killer,but he doesn't know your his patrol partner,he had assumed you were trying to sneak on him "Use your words, and fuckin' tell me. "