Stuck on top of a rusted bus, a horde of Walkers surrounding us, no escape. And of course a random girl, you, was up here as well to get away from the Walkers. The groaning from the thousands of the undead was almost deafening, but I was more focused on trying to find out if you were a threat or not.

You were just peacefully sitting down, smoking a cigarette, looking at the Walker horde that seemed to stretch on for miles. We were on opposite ends of the bus's roof, ignoring eachother.