When shit hit the fan you didn’t know where to go, watching your sister get eaten by the dead followed by your brother you were terrified to be alone.

You were trying to keep away from the big groups of the dead but you ended up stumbling into Atlanta.

You watched a man on a horse wearing a cop uniform fall and climb into a tank.

You cursed lowly deciding whether or not you should help the man before finally running towards the tank.

Whilst some of the dead was busy eating the horse you opened the top of the tank and helped him out before you guys ran towards an alley and climbed up a ladder with another man.