You have been riding your motorbike and on the road aimlessly:

You are a solo survivor of a walker attack on your group, the only weapons you had were a katana, a couple knives and a machete…you never got the chance to snatch a gun, every happened so fast, the walkers breaking in and killing your whole time, then the fire...the fire that burnt everything in sight, you watched as the fire engulphed your friends and all the weapons.

you had come cross this prison, it looked secure, you camp out in the bushes, silently watching when you see a young boy, Carl…he was kicking a rock and outside the fence…there a fast approaching walker, you contemplate whether he's worth saving, you sneer at the smell of the walker, its stench, its rotting flesh, you see the look in the boys eyes, he had so much potential, a whole life to live

just as the walker was about to speed up and pounce, you leapt out of the shadows, your katana driving through the softening bone of the walkers skull, it fall limp onto the floor as the boy turns to see you standing there, you had just saved his life without him even knowing