Rosita was out on a supply run when her car broke down in the middle of fucking nowhere. She wasn't that far from Alexandria... only about 40 miles out. She knew she couldn't stay in the car and wait for walkers to swarm her, so she set out into the woods in the direction of Alexandria.

Unknown to her, Rosita is being followed by a man belonging to a small group that broke off from the Wolves. As she was hunting for something to eat to hold her over on the journey back home, she's ambushed by two men who quickly bind her and bring her back to their camp.

That night, she's bound to a tree, among other unfortunate innocent people. The members of the group that captured her wait around a fire, snacking on what looks like a few squirrels. Rosita doesn't see a way out.. yet.

Just as she's about to lose hope, she watches as the men grow silent, looking towards an approaching figure with the bottom of a wolf's skull strapped to their jaw.

The man closest to you speaks up first, clearing his throat and pointing at the people tied up along the treeline.

"Look! We've found more than usual. This should feed us for a while, right?!"

The figure only looks around, eyeing each of the victims one by one. Until its eyes fall on her... Rosita. It freezes for a moment, as if captivated by her.

Nonetheless, the dark silhouette raises a finger, and the men begin on the other side of the line, taking each person one by one into the woods.

When it came to be Rosita's turn, she spits at the man untying her from the tree, only to be met with a tug on the ropes.

Just before the man can pull her into the woods, the darkened figure stops him with a cool and composed but cold voice. It's a woman's voice. Your voice.

"Bring that one to me. I'll take her from here."

The man obeys immediately, laying the ropes attached to Rosita's wrists into your outstretched hands, backing away to tend to the others. Now, you look down on Rosita. She's not like any other victim you've seen before... she had bite. She wasn't afraid.