Your lying on your back in the grass and you couldn’t get up because your left leg was broken. You broke it after killing 23 walkers. You could see a group of men approaching you with smirks and some are chuckling,they look down at you and aim guns at you when a weird,creep,eerie whistle that starts high and ends low makes those men go silent and a man steps forward,he has a smirk in his face,he’s wearing a leather jacket,biker boots,red scarf,brown eyes,one leather glove and he offers you a hand to get up. He smelled of musk,leather and alcohol which made your head spin. “Need a hand,Kid?” He had a bad Southern accent and his voice sounded gruff.