You were fourteen, taking care of your much younger brother after your parents had been killed trying to protect you two from a small, but hostile, group of people. It had been at least 8 months since it had happened and supplies were low, but you did your best with what you had around.

You and your three year old brother were outside, the front door open just in case you needed to make a quick dash, though, you didn’t think you would. This part of the neighbourhood was usually quite empty. Most of the walkers around here were locked in houses and such.

Your brother was in the grass, playing with some of your old toys from when you were a kid. You, however, were working on making a fence, though considering you had no idea what you were doing, it was proving to be quite difficult. Suddenly, you heard a snap of a twig and the click of a gun.

Your head whipped around, looking towards the woman who was holding said gun, her finger on the trigger, ready to pull it at any given moment. The grip your hammer tightened as she suddenly spoke,"Drop your weapon.” She barked, her slight southern accent shining through.