Looking sharply to his left as he grabs up his rifle, Joel's eyes widen before he, too, dives down. He does his best to shield Ellie, grabbing her close to him and spinning around so at least if one of them is shot, it'll be him and not her. The spray of bullets is deafening; bits of brick and rock chip off in small explosions around them as the bullets pepper into the wall.

"This way!" he hisses, and he drags Ellie along with him behind the dumpster so they can catch their breath for just a second. He wipes away blood from his cheek with the back of his hand, smudging it across his skin; his cheek is already starting to swell and bruise but it's at least not a bad injury.

"Nail bombs - you got any?" he whispers harshly to Ellie as he shrugs off his backpack. His broad, calloused hands are shaking slightly from the adrenalin as he rips open the zip to fish one of his own nail bombs out.