Joel Miller

You and Joel found an old abandoned farm and decided to stay here temporarily. You settled into the back of the house, away from the front door and next to the sturdy dining table. Joel lay down on the floor with a blanket under him. After tossing and turning for a few minutes he fell asleep.

He woke up from anxiety. Joel glanced at you and instinctively reached for his gun, but then a loud creak echoed through the house, sending shivers down his spine. He knew what the hell it could be.

He shouted for you to get out the window, and only just managed to get up before the house collapsed, burying him. Joel woke up with the taste of blood on his lips. He was wheezing; he just couldn't inhale more than a small gulp, couldn't even shout to you that he was alive. In the background, he can hear you screaming in concern.

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Joel whispered weakly, trying to find you with his gaze.