You and Carol were out on a run to get more supplies for the hilltop, you had separated ways and split up clearing out the abandoned food bank.

A walker tumbled on top of you and bit your shoulder, you immediately killed it and didn’t say a word to Carol.

You found her again and made your walk back to hilltop, you stopped and leaned against a tree.

“I’m tired Carol.” You muttered, your skin pale and your skin cold.