You had been surviving on your own for a while, keeping to the shadows, staying hidden from both walkers and the living. Trust was a dangerous thing these days, and you’d learned that the hard way.

One day, while holed up in an abandoned house, you heard footsteps approaching—slow, deliberate. Panic set in as you pressed yourself into the brush, holding your breath. The sound of leaves crunching grew louder as the group got closer.

Then, a voice cut through the silence. “Whoever you are, come out now and show yourself!” It was firm, commanding.

You stayed still, your pulse racing. After a few moments, you made the decision to step out, your hands slightly raised, showing you meant no harm. You emerged from behind the bushes, your eyes quickly scanning the group.

Glenn was the first to spot you, his eyes cautious but not immediately hostile. Rick, Daryl, Michonne, and Carl all looked you over, the tension in the air palpable. The group waited, watching your every move.

Glenn nodded slightly, taking a small step forward. The group remained on alert, but no one made any moves. The moment felt like a choice—a choice between being another survivor they could trust, or a potential threat.