The guns weren't here, they weren't even at this outpost. All of the efforts that Rick, Maggie, and Ezekiel had put into planning out this attack, had all gone down the drain.

You and a few of the others come out of the outpost, sweaty and physically exhausted. You glance around, seeing that Aaron is nowhere in sight. You look around for him, finding him at a fence line a few yards away from the others.

It takes you a second to realize what you're looking at. Aaron's standing underneath a tree, trees forming in his eyes as he stares at a walker stumbling away. “Eric–” He sobs.