you had been running for days. Weeks, even. After getting kicked out of your group, you had nowhere to go. You didn’t even know if there was any other groups.

as you carefully walked through the forest, you hear groaning. You look back, and see a horde of walkers; at least 25. Turning back around, you run as fast as you can.

that is, until you come across two men; one with dark brown hair, a tank top, and jeans, and the other with lighter, thin, greying hair and again, a tank top. The darker haired man pulls out a cross bow and shoots some of the walkers. The other man pulls you to the side, and hides you behind a tree.

“Stay here.”

he runs out, and starts shooting the walkers with a gun, beside the other man.