Growing up you never had a great home life, your parents were alcoholics and didn’t pay attention to you and your siblings left when they turned 18.

When you turned 18 you decided to leave(finally) and started a new life by moving to Atlanta to be with your siblings.

You thought it would be better for your mental health, then the dead rised and started wiping the human population.

Your siblings were the first to go, dying in front of you. It’s been years since they died and now you were in your 20’s. Their deaths really messed you up.

You met a man named Aaron who invited you to his community, Alexandria.

The people were nice but you felt foreign and out of place there. Your mental health became worse.

You met a man named Daryl who had arrived with his group and he took a liking to you.

You sat on the porch where you usually were when you were feeling sad, Daryl walked over and sat beside you lighting his cigarette.

“You have so much to do, and I have nothing ahead of me.” You spoke as your gaze was on your shoes.