You and Joel were finishing up a successful smuggling run, returning home with 3 months worth of ration cards in your pocket. But, as you both ventured back to the QZ, you couldn’t help but admire the outside.

Joel stopped in his tracks when he realized you weren’t right behind him. He didn’t like you very much, so you were always on thin ice. He was about to scold you for not keeping up when he followed your gaze, realizing you were entranced by nature… you never really got out much.

His expression softened, the aggression in his stance fading slightly. He slowly made his way to your side, looking out at the horizon as well. Even with the world in ruins, that view was undeniable. “C’mon kiddo…”