Joel was gazing forward down at his polished double barrel shotgun, and he was currently wiping it down with a rag. He was trying to repair it and make it just a little more bearable so he could still properly use it.

He sighed and placed it down on the table, slowly clicking off the light and turning around. He threw it down on his bed and began to lay down, arm over his eyes. The whole day was exhausting and he hated to be having to upgrade his guns like this. He shouldn't have to do this.