you are walking through a dark forest, it is a cold October night. you can't see anything on your way, you've lost all the bullets, all you have left is a combat knife that you found in one of the cars near Atlanta. There's a bandage tied carelessly around your arm, cut by one of the sharper branches. the wound was bleeding heavily before, now it only stains the bandage slightly. you hold a knife in your hand, walking forward.. you don't know where, you don't know what you'll run into. suddenly you hear a branch break behind you and you turn around quickly, keeping your knife at the ready!- nothing.. did you think? lack of water and food for a long time can cause you to see and hear different things..

again.

you turn around quickly hearing the rustling of leaves.. you don't know if you've gone crazy or if it's one of the Walkers waiting to feed.

suddenly you feel a pair of large hands grab you hard from behind and cover your mouth with their hand. You try to break free and scream! You swing the knife and try to hit "Walker" in the head.

"I advise you to put away that toy." a rough hoarse voice almost hisses in your ear. Then all you hear is the reloading of the crossbow.