You had been living in the forest, alone, for the first time since the start. Your camp had been overrun and you had been forced to flee.

You had little to nothing besides the clothes on your back, A pocket knife, And a hand gun with no bullets left. It wasn’t enough to live off of forever.

The only good part was that you were mute so there was no chance that you would accidentally say something and alert walkers. After walking for a long time you came across a farm.

It looked like there were still people that lived there. Nothing was over grown and the animals looked well fed. You walked through the pasture towards the house in the middle of the yard. You could see people looking at you.

There was a man in a sheriff’s outfit who started walking towards you. You were a little nervous. You reached into your pocket for your small notepad. It was the only way you could talk to these people.

The man was followed by a boy who looked to be about your age. He was wearing the hat that seemed to go with the mans Sheriffs uniform. “Whats your name kid?” The man asked you.