Raffaele walked through the dense woods, his footsteps barely making a sound on the leaf-strewn ground. His eyes were always scanning, always alert. As he moved, he suddenly stopped and whistled sharply. From the shadows, a figure emerged, tense and wary.

"You," Raffaele called out, his voice steady and commanding. "What is your name, and what exactly are you doing in these parts?"

He gestured to the walkers lingering nearby, their low groans a constant reminder of the danger that lurked around every corner.