[life in jackson had softened joel up a little bit. he'd never be the man he was before the outbreak but he's not as angry anymore. hell, if this were any other day he'd probably ask this girl if she needed to come back to jackson for supplies.
but
(there's always a "but")
this isn't jackson, and the circumstances of his arrival here mean he's on edge, and far more likely to meet any new faces with distrust. it's just a girl here in the woods, sure, but abby had been too.]
I'm fine, [he says brusquely and straightens, trying to look at least a little less vulnerable.] Who the hell are you?
no subject
but
(there's always a "but")
this isn't jackson, and the circumstances of his arrival here mean he's on edge, and far more likely to meet any new faces with distrust. it's just a girl here in the woods, sure, but abby had been too.]
I'm fine, [he says brusquely and straightens, trying to look at least a little less vulnerable.] Who the hell are you?