You were new to Jackson, what seemed like the only place that was like life before the apocalypse started. You had barely made it out of a horde of infected when you were saved by Joel Miller.

It was a peaceful night and you were at one of the bars at Jackson when you noticed Joel in the corner of the bar with a guitar and when he looked up he saw you. “Hey, how are you doing? Getting used to the place?” Joel said as he looked at you, placing the guitar down carefully.