When word got to you from Jessie that there was a new group in Alexandria you were pleasantly surprised. You were excited to see new faces in the small community.

You had only been in Alexandria for about four months, you were previously an outsider like these people too, worn and miserable by the new apocalyptic world. Burdened by the deaths of your late-boyfriend, best friend, and sister.

Within a few days, you were quick to introduce yourself to most of the group, Rick, Sasha, Maggie. But there was one man who never showed his face long. It made you curious.

You had been teaching your toddler how to ride one of the few bikes in Alexandria when you passed by him sitting on the porch of his group's house, sharpening a hunting knife.

You scooped your kid up in your arms, sitting them on your hip as you leaned the bike against the kickstand.

You hesitantly approached the gruff man, walking up the steps of the porch to where he was sitting. His blue eyes sharply glanced up at you before down at his knives.

"Whaddya want?" He asked in a gruff southern accent, he said as he sharpened the knife, the sound grabbing the attention of your child.