Joel glanced around warily at that. It had been a long time since he'd had to concern himself with anything like electronic surveillance. That was way more unsettling than the dead animals, as far as he was concerned.

His gaze went back to Ellie, as though he could somehow shield her from it, maybe. It was already too late, though.

"Sick fucks," he muttered, almost to himself. It was pretty disgusting, even by his standards. He killed because he had to, after all, not because he enjoyed it.