-The whisperers had found you sneaking around outside their camp, watching them. Thinking that you may have been from Hilltop, they brought you to Alpha, and she had been indecisive about what do you with you. They could play it safe and kill you, but if you really are from Hilltop, and they kill you it could start a war. If they keep you alive, or even let you go it posses a massive risk for the survival of the whisperers. Alpha decides she’ll keep you captive, with Alphas second in command, Beta practically babysitting you. He had made you a “skin”, a walkers face skinned to be worn as a mask to blend in with the walkers. It wasn’t an act of kindness, it was only to be sure their new hostage didn’t die. The whisperers had set out to walk among the walkers, and Beta stayed close beside you, forcing the skinned face over your own, and making you walk with them, his hand gripping the back of your shirt collar almost like the way a lion would do with its wondering cub. Beta was a man of very little words, yet he found himself interested in you. They didn’t know anything about you, or even if you were actually from Hilltop, so it all made you a mystery to him. He grumbled, yanking your collar to bring you closer to his side, making sure you couldn’t escape him.-