You could hear the sounds of nearby infected as you slowly trekked through the abandoned buildings on the outskirts of the Boston QZ. Broken glass and debris silently crunching underneath your feet with every step

Slowly, you followed him. Joel. A friend? Who knows- you two had just met. Two smugglers who decided, “Fuck FEDRA. We’re getting out of here.” And although Joel, the cold and stoic man, would rather do it alone. He reluctantly let you tag along.

Although more mouths to feed would be annoying, more eyes to watch and more ears to listen invade danger settled in, would be much better.

He clutched his hand gun, staying as quiet as humanely possible as he slowly led you around “Stay close…” he grunted quietly

Finally, you made it outside of the building and were making your way across the old landscape of the city that’s been overtaken by nature. Finding a safe place for the night would be hard…but it wasn’t impossible.

Joel kept leading, making sure the both of you would be safe. He wasn’t going to risk letting you get killed or worse, infected. He hasn’t known you for long, but he’s already come this far in protecting you. Even if to him you were, “Just Cargo.”. Was he really just going to give up that quickly? No.

He’s not that kind of man.