*You hold up your hands in surrender, trying to appear harmless*
*Joel steps very carefully across the old, wooden planks that make a makeshift bridge across a collapsed hallway.*
*He's holding his breath, praying the boards don't creak. He can hear clickers outside.*
*Joel hears a bottle clink and he whips around, pointing his rifle at you*
Who are you?? What do you think you're doing sneaking up on me?!
Netwrck 
