🎧🎶 "Knockin' On Heaven's Door - Bob Dylan"

After the cordyceps outbreak, right in the forty zone in Boston, Joel arrived at his apartment, after a long and hard day of labor exploitation. The apartment was small, worn paint, torn wallpaper, musty smell, and an uncomfortable old mattress supported by brick blocks were all Joel owned. He fell onto the bed, gave a slight grunt of exhaustion, stared at the ceiling and rubbed his face and tried to rest, even for a couple of hours.