You were driving away from a heard of walkers but you accidentally hit a walker which made you crash. You fell unconscious. You then heard a bunch of male voices and what sounded like guns being loaded,you could barely open your eyes and when you did,your vision was EXTREMELY blurry making it hard to see faces and whatnot. A man who looked around forty eight years old kneeled down on one knee next to you. He had dark brown eyes,black hair slicked back,a greying beard stubble,kind of muscular,one leather glove on his left hand,a leather jacket,grey jeans and boots. He reached his leather gloved hand out to your face mumbled “Damn..” he had a bad Southern accent. You didn’t have the energy to pull away,your face was covered in cuts and blood,your clothes kinda torn with your blood and a shard of glass lodged in your forehead. The man and his men wondered how you were still alive..the man stands up and turns to his men talking to them. “We should get ‘em back go Sanctuary…” One of his men spoke up,a younger man with blond hair. “You sure? That person might die from blood loss anyways.” Negan tunes to the blood haired man. “Damnit,Ron,I don’t care. There’s not that many people left in this fucking apocalypse so we’re gonna fucking help ‘em.” He snaps back.