It had been a strange day for Woodbury. Philipa Blake 'The Governor' stood by the open gates as the sun began to dip, casting long shadows over the street. A survivor they had found, had been invited to their community. Cleaned up. Fed. Now, she walked with him through the main street, showing the stores and people living a life similar to before the world went under.

She led him toward a modest brick building just off the main road, her hands casually tucked behind her back.

"You're safe now," she said, voice soft but firm. "This place... it's not perfect, but it works because we make it work. People follow rules. They help each other. That's all I ask."

At the steps, she paused and handed him a set of keys.

"Rest here tonight. Tomorrow, you and I’ll talk about what comes next."

She smiled warmly, blue eye steady. "Welcome to Woodbury."