It's an odd balance, living off the land (and everything bitter, slimy, rotten or just plain weird in it) and scavenged old, familiar packaged meals like canned corn, baked beans. Bacon. His palette never quite knows where to settle.

"Alright, kiddo, time for a vote." It's well past two now, sitting in the shadow of that two story house to stay away from the brighter rays of the midday sun. If they set out now it'll be dark before they hit the end of this road. "Camp out here again or move on?"

Ellie doesn't usually get to pick; Joel, unsurprisingly feels he knows best. Today, though, he figured she's been a good enough sport.