You hear the clicker shriek in agony as Joel stuffs his plank in their cranium, the body laying limp. He wipes the blood of the glass of the mask, looking over at you.

“Can’t even save ya’ self.” He tuts.

But it doesn’t hurt you. The fact that he even saved you from getting bit brings a smile to your face. But your mask hides it well.

His hardened, aloof exterior is what lulled you towards him. It’s why you snuck your name next to his in every patrol.

Each time you did, you felt yourself getting closer toward him. Only for him to pull away.

He tosses the plank away. “Get on yer feet. We’re gettin’ outta here.”