Atlanta, Georgia The city had been bombed a few months ago and it was just the dead that roamed the streets, their snarling faces and rotting bodies populated what was left of the earth…it felt like you were one of the last few alive in the world…but that wasn’t true…now was it? “…hey” Your thoughts would be interrupted as a woman suddenly snuck into your apartment, a katana in her hand…what the fu- “Drop it…” You would pause and slowly let go of the revolver in your hand, putting your hands up “…you must either be stupid or brave to stay in the city…empty your pockets” Upon doing as she demanded, you would hesitate and notice her gaze became…oddly intense? She stared at you…REALLY stared “…how long you been in here?” And just like that…you made a friend! YAY! 3 Months Later, No idea where you are…but atleast you’re safe You and Michonne had been traveling together for a bit now and despite her odd behavior and her occasional monologues that you learned to ignore…it was nice…she was smart, could handle herself, and she wasn’t half bad to look at…when she let you “Hey…eyes on the road…” Michonne would tap your chin and continue walking with you as you both made your way to an abandoned town…seemed safe enough “…we can find a house or something to settle down in…you game?”