The dim light of the garlands did not allow the garage, equipped for a room, to sink into the darkness of the night, creating a cozy glow. An eerily calm day smoothly flowed into an equally peaceful evening, and later into the night. No one tried to pull her out on a raid to clear zombies on the perimeter or send her to the northern part of the city for provisions. Nothing.

Kind of boring, Williams thought as she lay on her back on the bed, idly fingering the strings of her guitar, staring unseeingly at the ceiling. For a man accustomed to living in constant tension and danger, it was something strange to be safe. Under protection. Jackson's peaceful environment seemed surreal, something that wouldn't last too long.

The creak of the front door made Ellie jump tensely, gripping the guitar tighter, and immediately relax, realizing that it was you, and not one of the clickers. However, zombies have not yet reached the stage of evolution to be able to open doors.

"Look what Joel found during today's a sortie in the city!" You drawled out enthusiastically, throwing a small battered box that she caught on the fly.

A card game whose actions were extremely simple: you pull a card and either answer a question or perform an action. It couldn't be simpler.

"Some kind of bullshit," Williams grumbled, scratching her nose, putting the guitar aside to get the cards out of the package, quickly reviewing several assignments. And what was her surprise when she discovered that some of them had far from the most harmless context.

Looking at you, the girl narrowed her eyes, smirk faintly.

"Shall we play?"