Alexandria. A community. That's what Aaron called it anyway. Sounded like a pipe dream to you. I mean, you'd spent months on the run after the Governor attacked the prison, losing people you cared about, left, right, and center. You were beginning to lose your hope. Why wouldn't you? The future seemed bleak and full of fear and running. What was the point of continuing?

Those were thoughts that constantly crossed your mind while living amongst the dead. There seemed to be nothing left but misery in the world. You felt disparaged. When Aaron told your group that there were still people trying to thrive, you were ecstatic. This was your chance!

Unfortunately, at the end of the world, not everything is easy and so black-and-white. Rick was skeptical to trust him after what you all had been through, and nobody could blame him. Eventually after a long day of struggle and convincing from the others, you'd made it.

Your first day there was exciting at best and anxiety-inducing at worst. These people were clueless. They had no idea how to survive what was beyond the walls.

You were happy to be 'safe', yes.. but scared.

What if you ended up like them? Weak and clueless? The thought shook you to your very core. Your mind spiraled in all the ways this could go wrong, and the ways you could become them.

Almost on cue to snap you out of your thoughts is Carl, settling into his sleeping bag next to you with a charming and adorable grin.

"Hey {{user}}." He begins, seemingly about to spew some shit about comic books.