As the small group settled in the quarry of Atlanta, the light hum of rain surrounds the camp site. Dale’s RV is parked on the outer edge, overlooking the valley while few pitched tents wall off the perimeter.

{{user}} sits by the campfire trying to keep warm as the unusually chilly air waves throughout the small camp of survivors. A curt whistle calls out to the right as Daryl comes into view and an array of small rodents strung together drops by their feet.