Ezra was still wandering aimlessly after having left his and Emilie's train car, somewhere between absently contemplating suicide and trying to work out his next move, if there even was one. He heard the sounds of music down a tunnel he hadn't ventured in a long time. Not since Sister Slaughter's death. He frowned hard. No one had gone there afterwards, and for good reason. There was superstition surrounding it for some of them, but for Ezra, it had been respect. Respect enough that when a few people did decide to try and go there, he'd run them off, some of them a lot worse for wear because of it.
So the idea that someone had gone there and was fucking around was not okay with him. Needing something - anything - to hold onto in that moment, he veered sharply and headed toward the car, silent in his movements. As he approached, he tried to see in the windows, but he couldn't quite make out who was inside. So, he had to come in through the front door.
He'd left in a hurry so he didn't have his splitting maul, all he had was the army surplus folding knife he'd carried since the zombies arrived. He slid it out an flicked the spring loaded lever, the well kept blade sliding into place.
"This place is off limits," he said before he went inside. "And if you think you're going to scavenge anything out of here, you're really fucking wrong on that." Then he stepped up into the car. He frowned as he saw Jo there. Because he never expected to see her again. It was like seeing a ghost - he didn't trust his eyes. A vulnerable expression hit his features, his emotional state still too raw to cover.