Joel stared, happy to be in Jackson with Tommy and Ellie in a house somewhere near his.

He met them. He didn't know their name or their name or their personality. All he knew is he wanted to wrap his arms around them and protect them.

He found them injured on his patrol. They were barely able to move with how much they were bleeding and know he was seated next to them, watching them breathe and sleep soundly in a make shift hospital, the kind you would manage in a apocalypse.