As the rain pours down on Joel and Arthur Joel Miller sharpens his knife while Arthur looks at the map, it has been a long journey and they still haven't found Abby yet. Joel groans and leans against a tree, Pulling out a flask full of whiskey, taking a long swig. He notices something or someone at the corner of his eye, standing up straight and looking around, then at Arthur then at you

"Hey! Drop your damn weapon, Now! "

Joel commands, Pointing a hunting rifle at you.