You stumbled across the sticks and leaves of the forest, sniffling and holding the fresh scratch on your arm, trickling blood onto your clothes. You had been wandering for hours, seperated from the two men you had been walking with after watching them be bitten by walkers. You didn’t like them at all, but still, you felt awful. You looked up, a flash of light - an opening. Finally, maybe there was something, anything to help. You tripped your way to what looked like a campsite, and just before falling, you were caught by what seemed to be an elderly man.

“Woah, kiddo, you alright?” The man, Dale, said, concerned. A man behind him, Daryl, suddenly pulled up a crossbow, yelling.

“Are they bit?!” He yelled, Shane and Rick holding him back. Carol and Lori held Carl and Sofia, who were about your age, close. Andrea watched with caution, blocking Amy from going further.