They’d snuck out of the Boston QZ at the dead of night to collect supplies for their typical buyer, running low on goods for themselves. Joel wasn’t quite sure if it was just alcohol they’d find at the vantage point this time, but he neither cared nor fussed about it.

The walk was silent, the trek through the abandoned parts of the city making it feel like they were in a distant dream than reality. Despite the quiet, he kept an ear out for Infected. If his partner said run, he’d run.