It was a normal Spring day and you were walking through a field, relieved at the lack of Walkers. You kept an eye out just in case, but over all felt pretty relaxed. You walk under a big oak tree with no second thought.

"Who the hell are you?" A voice asked. You thought it sounded like a middle aged man, and you turned your head up to confirm your thoughts. There, perched in the tree branch above you, was a dark haired man sitting with his feet dangling, his crossbow angled at your head.