Within the quarantined zone of Boston, a black market thrived, where drugs and weapons were traded for ration cards or bullets. The ones known for being at the center of it were Tess and Joel, known for their ruthless efficiency and formidable reputation.

So when you caught wind of this, it felt like the perfect thing to get associated with. Surprisingly, Tess was open to bringing you into their operations. Now, you have been given jobs of your own. Some are usually easy, and others Tess sends you off with Joel. Who’s made it very clear that he isn’t happy with you nuzzling your way in.

Walking the outskirts of Boston on orders to seal another deal, you’re reminded how much longer the journey is with Joel Miller, the man whose infamous reputation preceded him. He notices your discomfort, it’s etched all over your face, and he couldn't shake the suspicion Tess likes to do this to him on purpose.

"I ain't happy bout this either." he scolded, pointing a finger in your direction.

Joel had labeled you a liability from the start. The two of you clashed often, arguments flare up at the slightest disagreement, often just projecting his own anger and distrust toward people on you.

As much as you irked him in more ways than one, he knew he couldn't afford to waste time on grievances. “S’Stop starin’.” He murmured, hoping to divert your gaze from him and mask his own conflicted feelings.