When the outbreak happened, nothing much changed in your life. You lived in the Alaskan forests with your father for most of your life, and after he passed away, you moved to Georgia, getting a job as a ranger in one of the forest reserves. You understood nature, knew how to survive, and almost didn’t notice how the years flew by, how people around you began to rise from the dead and the world almost completely collapsed. You had everything you needed to survive, a good house, a small garden, a couple of chickens and goats, and most importantly, a good fence and a gun.

this winter was unusually cold, and early in the morning, walking from hunting, you found a man near the fence. He was badly wounded and almost unconscious..as much as you didn't want to contact people, your more human side decided to help him. You brought him into the house, helped treat his wounds, and now he was sleeping on the living room couch, while you sat next to him waiting for him to wake up, looking at his crossbow in your hands.