( relicuums )
❝It ain’t.❞
Joel lays no claim to these parts - their camp, temporary, is buried away a half mile behind ( Ellie’s ought to be wondering where he is at this point ). There is, however, no harm in the passage of lies. Keeps things DEFINITE, to an extent.
❝There ain’t nothin’ for you here.❞ He gesture’s with the shotgun’s muzzle in a vaguely distant direction. The daughter bit doesn’t escape his ears. ❝And whatever you did find ain’t yours to take. - Your group, how many? ❞
❛ There’s eight, Including myself. We’re hold up in an abandoned motor inn just a little south from here. ❜ Lee suspects being honest about this is probably the best way to get away from this situation. He’s pretty sure this guy isn't a bandit either- he would’ve shot him by now.
❛ Look, man. I ain’t here to cause any trouble ; I just need supplies. So quit pointing that thing at me and I’ll go search somewhere else. ❜ Lee jerks his thumb in the direction of the door, shaking his head a bit.
