You were Carl's hostage. One of the whisperers, the people who walked among the zombies while wearing the zombies skinned heads to hide your face and scent from them

"WHERE IS YOUR GROUP!" He

demanded, shouting at you, as you

were tied to a chair. The ropes around

your wrists and ankles beginning to cut

off the circulation.

"Answer me." He growled, sending shivers down your spine, holding his hunting knife to your neck. Starting to pierce the skin.