"I think I'm going to call you... Spike!" Naomi said to the dog. He didn't like that name, judging from the low growl. "No? Okay... How about Shadow?" Again a low growl. "Ugh... You're so picky aren't you?" She said as she fished in her head for a name.

"Try to keep it down," Michael said. "I am technically protecting you since your hands are full." He winked.

"I still have my legs~" She said. "Ooh! I know the perfect name for you. How about Fenrir?" The dog made a confused whine. "Fenrir was one of the mightiest wolves in Norse mythology. It's a fitting name for a tough dog like you huh?" She giggled when the dog licked her cheek. "Fenrir it is~!"

Fenrir panted happily as they continued onward. When the time came to stop and eat, Naomi was unsure if Fenrir could eat regular food. But the dog gobbled it down like it was his lifeline. "Bon appetit~"

"Hey, Naomi." Michael said. "Don't you think that it's strange that it's been a bit quiet? I haven't heard anything, hell, even the dog hasn't heard anything or sensed anything."

She just noticed that. "You're right... What happened to all the shooting from earlier?... You don't think that-!" She gasped as the realization came to her: Joel and Ellie could be dead already. Either that or they killed everyone in the city.

"No, Joel and Ellie are tougher and smarter than that. They probably got away which means that we have to hurry up and catch them." He assured her. Just then, he saw the flashing glare in the distance. "Get down!" He roared as he and Naomi dived for cover, Naomi being extra careful with her landing since Fenrir was in her arms. A bullet had painfully grazed her arm and she didn't feel the searing pain until she was behind cover. She grit her teeth as she looked at Michael.

"Are you alright?!" He said.

She pulled her arm out of the now torn sleeve of her tattered trench coat and fished the make-shift bandage roll out of her pack. She winced as she wrapped the bandage around the graze four times before cutting it and tying the bandage down tightly. "It's just a graze!" She said back to him.

He sighed in relief and ever-so-carefully peered out of his cover. He jolted back as the bullet pinged off of his cover, debris splashing on the top of his head. "He's on the second floor building down the road, the building with the sign: Troy's Bar."

Naomi found a piece of a broken mirror lying on the ground and carefully picked it up. She held it out of cover as subtly as she could and after a few seconds, the building came into sight from the reflection. "Get his attention while I sneak around and flank him." She said.

He smirked. "You're just going to leave Fenrir behind?"

She smiled. "Be nice to him while I'm gone~" She said, drawing her sword and moving from cover to cover inside the buildings she was able to get into without making a lot of noise. She heard multiple gunshots, assuming that Michael was drawing the sniper fire. She snuck into the building that Michael said is where the sniper is. The stairs creaked as she carefully went up to the second floor. She wanted to be stealthy, but at the same time swift. She didn't know if this sniper was alone or not.

She felt her foot hit something and saw that she had touched a string at the top of the stairs.

Oh no.

The air around her suddenly became a blur as a loud explosion threw her back down the stairs. She coughed violently as some dust entered her throat and groaned loudly in pain as one of the arrows escaped her pack and stuck her in the abdomen.

"Got you bitch!" She looked up to see a hunter charging at her with an iron pipe and she quickly rolled out of the way as the pipe connected with the wooden floor. She struggled to find her sword after painfully pulling out the arrow in her, realizing that she had lost the sword when the explosion from the smoke bomb occurred. Thank god it didn't stab her in the chaos.

Deciding that she had no other weapon to use, she pulled out her pistol and aimed at the charging hunter. She pulled the trigger as the hunter smacked her gun away with the pipe, causing a loud pop to ring in her ears. Naomi and the hunter tumbled to the floor as the wind was knocked out of her from a tackle. The hunter was on top of her as he pushed the pipe against her throat. She coughed as she struggled to keep the pipe away from crushing her windpipe. Her heart raced as the adrenaline kicked in, but she was not able to budge in the hunter's strength. She looked around frantically for anything that could be used as a weapon and found a piece of glass next to her.

She quickly grabbed the glass shard and attacked the hunter with it. He brought one of his arms up and protected his head from the shard but it plunged deep into his arm, causing him to reel back in pain.

"Ahh! You bit-!"

"Graahh!" She picked up a stool nearby and repeatedly flailed at the hunter with it. At one point the stool shattered, but the hunter was already a bloody mess when that happened. She stumbled backwards and landed on her hind, panting and sweating as the tension that was inside her began to die down. She heard the gunshots continue and suddenly remembered that she had to deal with that sniper. She hurried up the stairs and found her sword lying on the second floor quite a distance from where the explosion occurred. She picked it up and ran into the room where the sniper is.

The hunter turned around too late as Naomi roared and plunged her sword deep into his chest. His breathing became hard and gurgled as blood seeped out of his mouth. She pulled out her sword swiftly and the hunter fell forward, dead.

"Just let it all out." Michael said as he patted Naomi's back. After killing the sniper, she quickly ran out of the building and vomited. Fenrir whined as he sat a few feet away from her.

"I-I'm okay..." She said in a pained whisper and let her back fall against the wall of the building and she slid down against it until she was sitting. She held her abdomen and winced as she lifted her shirt up to examine the wound from the arrow. "Damn it!..." She sighed. "I should have been more careful."

Michael slightly blushed when she lifted her shirt up without a second thought and caught sight of a small portion of her lower chest... She wasn't wearing a bra. "Uh- Um we should patch that up."

"Naomi!" Michael quickly stood up from a crouch and pulled out his revolver in the process, aiming it at the source of the manly voice: Joel.

"Wait, don't shoot!" Ellie cried out as she held her hand in front of her.

Michael holstered his revolver and crouched back down to Naomi's level. "I'm gonna need to get into your pack, you have the bandage roll." He said.

"Move aside." Joel said as he got down and removed his pack from his back, fishing out a fresh bandage roll and a bottle of rubbing alcohol from it. Michael moved out of Joel's way as he knelt to Naomi. She showed him her wound and he quickly got to patching it up. Naomi groaned loudly as he applied the rubbing alcohol. "I know, I know. The pain will go away." Joel assured her.

Michael looked at the other two people that were with Ellie. "So who are they?"

"Oh, this is Henry and Sam." Ellie replied, motioning to them by their name. "Their alright, we're actually on our way to their hideout."

"Nice to meet you." Henry approached Michael and shook his hand. "It's good to see another friendly face."

"How do you know we're not friendly?" He smirked.

"Well you would've shot us if you weren't." Michael and Henry laughed.

Ellie went over to Joel and Naomi. "What happened to you?"

She smirked. "I got hit with Joel's gift."

"Hey, now. It's not my fault you fell on it." He said, chuckling and putting the final touches on the first aid. "There, are you able to walk?"

Naomi stood up without a problem and tried walking around. That, too, wasn't a problem. Then when she tried to run, she winced as the pain jolted to her abdomen wound. "Ow... I can't run." She said.

"Well it shouldn't be a problem at the moment." Joel said.

They all froze as that familiar sound of a truck grew louder. They turned around when they heard the screeching of tires. "There they are!" The military truck with the .50 caliber machine gun was twenty yards away from them.

"Fuck! Run!" Joel said as he suddenly picked Naomi up and ran with her. Everyone else followed suit as they ran into the bar and out the back, Michael carrying Fenrir. Bullets from the machine gun pierced through the walls just as they ducked for cover into another building. The truck couldn't follow them, but continued its gunfire.

"Out the back!" Everyone looked up to see Henry waving them on after he had thrown a chair out the back window, shattering the glass. Joel had to pass Naomi on to Michael in order for him to vault over the gap, Michael passed Fenrir onto Sam. They didn't stop running until the gunfire was far away, everyone catching their breath, except for Naomi.

"Get your hands off of her." Joel said as he went to take Naomi away from Michael.

"Whoa," Michael shied away from Joel. "What the hell is your problem, old man? You passed her to me."

"Well, thank you for holding her. Now get your fucking hands off of-"

"For fuck's sake!" Naomi growled as she got down from Michael. "You're both so irritating. If you haven't noticed, we're being hunted by people who have a truck with a machine gun. Save this stupid conversation for later!" She sighed in irritation as she walked up to Henry. "Where is this hideout of yours?"

"Not too far, we should get there before the sun sets." He replied. "I'll lead the way."

"Thank you." Naomi said before following Henry and Sam.

"Wow, she's fucking scary." Ellie giggled before following them.

Joel and Michael just simply glared at each other before following.