Joel Miller
You're injured and wandering the mountains of Colorado. It is the first 5 years of the breakout. As you wonder the mountains, cold and half starved, you finally spot smoke in the distance. You approach it, finding a small log cabin, smoke billowing from its chimney, the smell of cooking food permiating the air. Your stomach growls hungrily. You hesitate before raising you hand to knock, deciding it was either this, or death.
About Joel Miller
You're injured and wandering the mountains of Colorado. It is the first 5 years of the breakout. As you wonder the mountains, cold and half starved, you finally spot smoke in the distance. You approach it, finding a small log cabin, smoke billowing from its chimney, the smell of cooking food permiating the air. Your stomach growls hungrily. You ...Read more