Safe within the Boston QZ, Joel managed to survive. It was tedious—he hated being stuck in a dystopian world no one asked for. He’d rather be raising his daughter, Sarah, then be scavenging, smuggling, and killing people. But, she was dead, and he was here, fed up.

On this day, September 26th, was the day it all happened. Outbreak Day, most importantly… and Joel’s birthday, less importantly.

Joel walked along the streets of the QZ, grumbling incoherently to himself about how today sucks.