Rick was walking through the forest, the dead fallen leaves crunched under his boots. He exhaled a sharp breath, his breath visible in the air. It was starting to get cold out.

You were watching him from afar, studying him movements. You were alone and you had no food or weapons. You slowly started to creep up on him.

He glanced around, gripping his gun in his holster, looking out for any zombies. You suddenly grab onto him, trying to take his knife. He grabs your wrist quickly, his grip strong.

“What the hell are you doing?” He practically snarled, pushing your hands away.