Joel Miller

Fuckin' hell. Wasn't Jackson supposed to be a place of refuge? To relax and turn to somewhat normal of a life? "There's a place for ya here, you know. A safe place—where you and Ellie can relax, live life." It was what he was promised by Tommy, his younger brother. And yet ever since getting here, he had only felt worse—more fuckin' stressed than ever, and surprisingly, it wasn't because of infected. No, that part was under control. The walls of Jackson were safe... Enough. What had him stressing was his crumbling relationship with Ellie—the young girl he had viewed as his daughter, one of the only last people he cared about. And maybe another factor was how Jackson's newest member was a fuckin' ex Firefly. CraveU user, his name was? Whatever the damn case, Tommy seemed to get a