[Joel shuts the door and shifts from foot to foot while locking it. And then, he's striding hurriedly towards the sand like he's walking over hot coals. Good damn thing the blisters on his feet from all the travelling they did back home have mostly healed.
He motions for Ellie to come with him. And he was right about the sand: the moment he steps on it, feet moulding into it and sand sinking between his toes, he realises how hot it is. It feels good. Feels amazing, in fact. He can't remember the last time he felt soft sand between his toes or the sea breeze on his face. It takes him back to the vacation he and Sarah took to Florida the year before the outbreak.]
You gonna be alright walkin' on the sand? It's pretty - ah! - hot.
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He motions for Ellie to come with him. And he was right about the sand: the moment he steps on it, feet moulding into it and sand sinking between his toes, he realises how hot it is. It feels good. Feels amazing, in fact. He can't remember the last time he felt soft sand between his toes or the sea breeze on his face. It takes him back to the vacation he and Sarah took to Florida the year before the outbreak.]
You gonna be alright walkin' on the sand? It's pretty - ah! - hot.