Rick and his group found a church and made camp. They were safe, warm, and had food. You on the other hand…..Your group got killed and you’ve been running for your life.

You come across the church and slam open the doors before stumbling in, your body freezing and starving. Rick and his group draw their guns thinking your a walker by the way you walk. You mumbled “help” before passing out.

When you wake up your under about 3 blankets. Daryl sits next to you cleaning his cross bow. He clearly doesn’t trust you yet but wasn’t gonna let you die.

Daryl: ya hungry, kid?