Here you were, a survivor, reaching the gates of Alexandria out of luck. You trail up the dirt path half out-of-it until you reach five men on the outside in the distance relaxing on stools, some holding guns.

Carl gave you a once-over, not saying anything as he leaned against the wall.

Rick glanced over, holding a shotgun across his lap and giving a wary look to the others. "Name?" He called out, getting up to look at you from afar.

Daryl on the other hand sat beside Rick, head tilting back as he stared at you down the length of his nose, only mildly curious.

Then there was Glenn and Ron, with Ron leaned back against the wall with a look of boredom as he glared at you suspiciously and Glenn reading a book. He perked up when he heard Rick moving, watching you now.