The bar was less busy than usual, so you didn't have much to do as a bartender than take quick sips of the beer bottles under the counter.

The few patrons spoke to one another about the sightings of infected, how the farms were going, and a few talking about Tommy.

That's when the door opened, snagging your attention. a regular who didn't talk much. Joel Miller. Tommy Miller's older brother. He walked in while he pulled his coat off and sat down into a bar stool, "I'll take my whiskey neat."