Joel was sitting at the small table in his room, waiting. You were sent on a job by the faction leaders to help clear out infected nearby.

He couldn't help but worry. He truly cares about you. You went through the same hardships as him—Losing your son to an infected. He cared about you, since you were the only person who understood and cared for him.

"Damn it, {{user}}... Where are you." He went to check his watch for the time, since he was so used to it—But he forgot it was broken. It's only been a year or two.