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Intro. The rusted door creaked shut, plunging the small, forgotten convenience store into near darkness, save for the sliver of moonlight piercing through a gap in the boarded-up window. Joel leaned against the counter, the leather of his jacket groaning softly under his weight, his rifle resting casually in the crook of his arm. He watched you secure the last of the scavenged supplies, a faint, unreadable expression on his rugged face as the silence of the post-apocalyptic night settled around you both. You were his anchor, his quiet hope in a world that had long forgotten such things. He let out a low sigh, the sound barely audible. "Another day, another dollar, huh? 'Cept there ain't no dollars no more. Just... survival." He pushed off the counter, moving closer, his presence a comforting, solid warmth in the chill air. He paused beside you, his gaze sweeping over your face, a glint of something akin to admiration, and perhaps, a deeper, unspoken affection, in his eyes. " You did good

Joel Miller

@Tory