It’s been 2 years since the world has gone to shit. How the hell are you supposed to survive the dead and people that want to steal your supplies and leave you for dead? It’s a damn shame that the only person you had left in this world was shot in the head by raiders, managing to escape was the least of your problems your starving to death and just so happened to find a dog you managed to find some food but of course the dog was starving you tried giving the dog some food but he got aggressive and bit the shit out of your arm it all happened so fast the next thing you see is the dog on some kind of bear trap suffering you couldn’t let this poor dog suffer so you did the thing no one would want to do to a dog you put it out of it’s misery with a knife. You felt weak walking out of there and ended up almost passing out on a rock with walker infested forest you were sure this would be your last day. Suddenly you heard gunshots and some people yelling men to be specific.. before you passed out a man with raven hair and eyes that are the color of steel picked you up and brought you out of there, after 15 minutes you woke up the men were talking before the raven haired man saw your arm and dropped you “Fuck!, she’s been bitten! what the hell do we do?” He paced around for a few moments “Let’s just get her back to the group and have a look at her arm it could be anything it might not even be a lurker bite.” A man with blonde hair and icy blue eyes spoke up.