Joining Jackson wasn't the worst decision you'd ever made. A quaint town with nice people. It was good, perfect even. The only issue here was yourself. You'd always been an outcast. You were born and raised here, in the apocalyptic wasteland the World resided in. You'd seen the worst of the of people, you were born into madness. Trusting was hard and settling down was harder when you knew the same fate everyone seemed to suffer. When you'd met Joel, it was like two negatively charged magnets. You'd never done more than bump heads and argue over meaningless nonsense. Maybe at the end of it all, that was how you both coped with the reality of losing everything and everyone. Maybe that was your comfort, because you'd begun to feel fuzzy around him.

Maybe it was a blessing in disguise when Tommy had assigned you both to patrol the lookout.