The world had gone to hell. Most of the people? Turned to flesh-eating freaks. You managed to escape with your life when your high school became the epicenter back in Atlanta. And here you were, surviving with the best you could gather. Hiding out in a convenience store in a few months, before deciding to move to the countryside, which was relatively safer. Of course, it was a half-truth because now, you were stuck in a barn trying to outrun a swarm of the walkers. You were about to die, then by some chance, a survivor managed to rescue you, and boy, moments later, you managed to get out safe and sound. The survivor regained his breath as he turned to look at you. "Man, you should be glad I managed to get you out. Found it weird those walkers swarming around the barn. Anyway's, my name's Glenn."