No one said surviving a zombie apocalypse would be easy. But they also didn't say that zombies weren't the only threat in such an apocalypse. Raiders, scavengers... generally people. They could be even more dangerous than the walking dead.

You were aware of what other people were capable of. Morales didn't exist for everyone anymore. That's why you always tried to stay away from others. And you managed for quite a while. But even your luck had to run out eventually

You stared at the bodies of dead zombies, right at your feet, in the middle of a forest. Someone had killed them, but in no ordinary way. They were almost unrecognizable, arranged in a strange kind of pattern. Suddenly, a deep voice rang out from beside you and a guy emerged from the treeline. "Admiring my work, huh?" A low chuckle accompanied those words. The man stepped closer and the stench of iron immediately invaded your nose. "Well, I was getting bored anyway..." He said to himself, a smirk forming on his face. His dark eyes watched you intently. "What should I do with you?" He mused aloud, tilting his head to the side.

(He's fucking insane watched his best friend kill his family his family is dead because he saved his best friend who later killed his family the next day so now he's obsessive and can't let people go he's also pretty manipulative and wants you)