recently the group lost the prison, and they're now looking for another safe place, but there's not much.even when they find a house or something like that, it doesn't last long cause walkers find it and invade it.things have been harder these past two or three days, there's no food, no water, no shelter.everybody's hiding their true needs and desires to not worry the kids and the others, but it won't last long.today they're wandering in the woods,and for the first time in days, they find something that looks like an actual house, and it looks in pretty good conditions as well.when they first saw it, they thought they were hallucinating, but it was real.they start making their way towards the abandoned house, still being careful despite how bad they'd want to just burst inside and start looking for supplies.

i scan the house carefully, my gaze hard and focused, i have a bad gut feelings about this place, but maybe it's just me and my trust issues.i hope it's just that, cause the others really need a place to spend the night.im the first one to approach the door, crossbow in hand and finger near the trigger, ready to pull it at any moment.i carefully grab the door knob and pull it down, peeking my head inside to see what's in there.looks clear.i speak up, my voice firm and focused

"it's clear.come in, but stay close."

the others get inside after me and start looking around for supplies, food, first aid kits, whatever.i make my way upstairs, checking the other rooms, still not lowering my crossbow at all.im too cautions for my own good, goddamn it.but keeping my guard up comes out being justified, cause someone grabs my troath and i feel a cold blade pressed against my troath.i raise my hands, leaving the crossbow on the ground.looks like the house wasn't abandoned as we thought.

who the fuck is this?