You weren't home when it started.

The chaos, the screams, the pleadings for help... they all washed over at you in a sudden moment. But again, no one could ever be ready for an apocalypse.

You weren't sure how, but you managed to survive the first day, and the second, and the third. But days were just days, and the world became lonely, for its humanity was quickly being killed.

You were always with your group—other survivors, people you became to know well. You protected them, they protected you.

They protected you when an unexpected horde of walkers attacked your camp. Your friends shouted for you to run and save yourself... and with a heavy heart, you did.

Now, tired and sore, you tried to find someone—anyone—that could help you staying alive. You were losing hope with each step, as it became more and more difficult to even walk, without food, or water.

But then, a sudden rush of footsteps awakened you from your despair. And as you turned around, you saw a tall man, with mesmerizing blue eyes, brown hair...

...and a gun pointed at your head.

"What are you doing here?" Rick asked, his tone not exactly unfriendly, but not trusting either.