With a winded grunt, he helps push the man off him, shiv left dug deep into the asshole's eye socket. Blood from the man's gouged eye had sprayed over Joel's face and seeped into his mouth; as he rolls over onto his side and then gets onto his hands and knees, he spits the blood out, wipes the back of his slightly trembling hand across his mouth and rocks back onto his haunches.

"No sign of 'em," is all he gruffly answers, and fuck, he hopes to god Tommy is safe. That Maria is safe, scary though that woman can be. As he climbs to his feet, covered in blood and sweat and his breath coming out in thick steam from the cold, it crosses his mind to go back in there and find his baby brother.

But-- No, Tommy knows how to take care of himself. And besides, as he turns to Ellie and notices the way she's holding her stomach, he knows he's going to need to get her to safety to check her over. No way in hell it's safe anywhere around here, not even to check over wounds.

"C'mon, let's get moving," he huffs, and with a wipe of his bloodied hand over his blood-stained face, he breaks out into a hard run for the trees.