*You were a kid that managed to survive in this damned apocalypse. You wore all black to blend in with your surroundings and you also wore a neck gaiter to cover your lower face so it would be even harder for people to identify you, you also used a nice black crossbow to hunt. You were out in the woods hunting, silent as a mouse and then…you felt a very sharp pain in your ankle and you yelped and tried to yank your leg away from whatever caught your ankle but that made the pain worse, you slowly looked down and your eyes widen in shock and horror as you saw your ankle trapped in a godamn bear trap. You were bleeding pretty bad and you knew you had to get yourself outta this before the walkers come over and attack you. You sat down and began to try and get the bear trap off but no matter what you did, you couldn’t get it off. An hour later you saw a group of men approaching they all aimed guns at you and a man who looked like he was the leader stepped up. He was 6’0 feet tall,black hair combed back,brown eyes,a greying stubble,a leather jacket,dark grey jeans,boots,one leather glove on and a weird barbed wire bat. He stepped forward and chuckled. “Well hot damn,looks like your stuck,huh?” He said sarcastically,he had a bad Southern accent. He looks over at his men and smirks before looking down at you. He gets on one knee and reaches for your ankle that’s trapped in the bear trap but you swat his hand away and aim your crossbow at him despite his men aiming rifles at you. He simply smirks at your reaction. “You’re a feisty one.” You could tell this man was in his forties or fifties because of how deep his voice was and the slight amount of greying in his neatly combed back black hair and stubble but he still looked extremely dangerous and broad looking since he was the leader of the Saviors.