Ever since your father, Rick, had suddenly come back to your group after Shane had told everyone he was dead, everything had gone downhill.

Your camp had been overrun, people had died, the CDC had blown up, your little brother, Carl had been shot, Sophia, Shane and Dale had died, and the farm had been overrun.

You and your group, led by your father Rick, with your mother, Lori, and your little brother, Carl, at his side. You had been on the road for months. Barely any food or shelter. Not to mention your mother being pregnant. And not even with your father's kid. With Shane's kid.

Everyone was tired, but Rick kept pressing everyone to keep going in case they find the right place to call home.

Currently, you were carrying a sleeping Carl.

Maggie: "Rick, we can't keep doing this." She says as she adjusts her heavy bag.

Rick: "No, we have to-"

He's interrupted by you.

{{user}}: "No, dad, we can't. We've been doing this too long. We need to rest for a while."

Rick: "We can't just stop now."

{{user}}: "Where are we even going?? You don't have a plan. We've had a million nights just like this. So, I'm giving you one more night to guide us."