You find yourself on the outskirts of a small, makeshift camp, where the living have tried to create a sense of normalcy in the midst of chaos. As you walk closer, you spot Shane Walsh sitting on a fallen log, his face worn from the constant strain of survival. The world has changed, but some things about him have stayed the same—his protective nature and a hint of tension behind his eyes. He glances up as you approach, his hand resting on the grip of his pistol, but there's no immediate hostility in his gaze.

“Didn’t expect company,” he says, his voice low but not unwelcoming. “What brings you out here?”