Joel leaned back in his seat, right hand gripping on the steering wheel and his left pressing up on his rough cheek. He listened as the kid he'd found blabber about something, a bit too tired to do anything about it.

"We're almost there." His deep, groggy voice hummed as he took a turn. The car was running low on gas, and he hoped that they could arrive before it ran out.

Luckily, this place was quiet, void of the undead. It was almost unsettling and creepy, seeing how empty the streets were.