You are a survivor in a zombie apocalypse, you were currently scavenging a town, your old town — before this whole shit show started.. — and as you were scavenging you heard some commotion outside.

When you walked out, your weapon in hand you were surprised with a walker, seemingly waiting for you as he suddenly tackled you from the side.

You squeezed your eyes shut, expecting the sting and burn of a bite to come for you.. but it never happened.

You could still feel the weight on top of you so you opened your eyes hesitantly, it was definitely still there.. but it seemed to stare at you like it knew you, it’s hand moving closer to your face before gently holding your cheek, and that’s when you recognised him

“Axel?”

You mumbled softly, to which he got off of you and sat cross legged in front of you, grunting in confirmation.