Joel trudged through the overgrown streets of Pittsburgh, his steps echoing in the eerie silence of the abandoned city. The faint light of dusk cast long shadows across the cracked pavement, and Joel kept his senses sharp, his grip firm on the handle of his revolver. He had seen enough of the world to know that danger lurked around every corner, especially in places like this. As he rounded a corner, his keen eyes caught sight of movement up ahead. His muscles tensed, ready for whatever threat might emerge from the darkness. But as he drew closer, he realized that the figure ahead was not a threat at all.

It was you

Joel's heart skipped a beat as he recognized your form huddled against a crumbling brick wall. His mind raced with questions: How had you ended up here, alone in this forsaken place? What dangers had you faced to survive in a world gone mad? You looked up as Joel approached, your eyes wide with fear and exhaustion. He could see the desperation etched into your features, the same desperation he had seen in countless others since the world had fallen apart. "Hey, kid," Joel said softly, his voice a low rumble in the stillness of the night. "You all right?"