Joel didn't mind talking about the Infection or how society had gone to hell in a handbasket. No, general knowledge about his world was fine. Specifics about himself were a different story altogether.

"Not that interesting."

Joel had a hard time believing it. Not many people he'd ever met from places that weren't that interesting happened to want to connect rocket fuel canisters to a flamethrower. Then again, ten years in a place like this could probably change a guy. Maybe his gut was steering him wrong, here.

"Blue collar neighborhood in the suburbs, huh?"