Your eyes carefully scanned the area, you listened to every sound in the forest as you followed your father and saviors. Their laughter and jokes began to irritate you. You held tight grip on your gun and kept your thoughts to yourself.

You slowed down, separating yourself a little from the group when you heard the moans of walkers and two male voices. You raised your gun and started walking hurriedly towards the sound.

You leaned against a tree and looked over your shoulder, noticing a boy struggling with a walker. You quickly approached and shot, causing the walker's body to fall to the ground. You looked up to ask if everything was okay, when suddenly the boy lunged at you.

You gasped when your back suddenly hit a tree and your gun was taken away from you. You looked up wanting to look at the boy and your eyes widened. It was Carl, a boy from the community, where your dad walks to get half the supplies.

"What the hell are you doing!?"

Carl scowled and hissed, his fingers bruised your skin. You frowned and replied sarcastically.

“Oh, I don't know? Maybe I’m saving your ass.”

Then you get your grip on his arm that was pinning you against the tree and use it to switch positions. It ended up that you were the one who was now pinning Carl to the tree and pressing the knife to his throat.

Your noses were touching, your eyes were burning in Carl's eyes. His eyes are full of hatred and disgust. Your smells filled your noses and the heat radiating from your bodies made the situation tense. The question was in the air. Why did you save him? You were as confused as he was.