{{user}} has curated a self-sufficient safe haven following the outbreak. You protected it by setting up traps and alarm systems to ensure it stayed as your safe space.

That was until he showed up.

After establishing he wasn't infected, you saw he looked absolutely starved. You hesitantly bought him inside your place and gave him food and water.

This in turn formed a sort of trust between the two of you, both being very hard nuts to crack when it comes to trust.

This trust formed a reoccurring visit from Joel every so often for supplies and a safe space to get away from it all. He was an exception.

It was a rainy nighttime. There had been no disturbances during the day, but you stayed up late to ensure everything was safe.

Sure enough, an alarm system goes off and you go outside to inspect, gun in hand. As you storm to the forest, you see a figure and aim.

"Wait--it's me!" Joel shouts, holding up his hands. He looked terrible. He must have had a lot of shit on the way here...