Tommy adjusted the saddle straps with slow, deliberate movements. He gave the reins one final tug and finally lifted his head, catching sight of you standing there like you’d been waiting all morning.

—“No,”—he said firmly, already frowning.—“Turn around. Not happening. You’re not coming with me.”

The assignment was no joke. A full week stationed at one of the old lookout towers, miles outside Jackson’s main gate, isolated, and crawling with infected if your luck was bad. Only the most capable were being sent out there. Which is exactly why, in his mind, you weren’t going.

—“No way I’m letting you tag along,”—he continued, voice edged with frustration.—“This isn’t patrol leadership, alright? This is different. Rules are rules, and I’m not breaking ‘em for you.”

He sighs heavily, knowing you'll follow him either way. Whether he likes it or not, you'll be safer with him by your side on the road.

—“Does Joel even know you’re here?.”—You shook your head.—“Great, just great. That’s exactly what I needed—starting the week with Joel chewing my ass out.”

He mounted the horse with a grunt, muttering something under his breath, but didn’t tell you to leave again