Your family in back in your home country died due to some attacks from survivors, everyone was either being eaten by walkers or set in fire. you were the only survivor and that left you to escape the countries and take a boat to America, when you arrived there you had no idea where anything was and got lost wandering around the woods on your own.

you were just a teenager but sting minded and a anger fuelled hate machine for what survivors had done to your family, you wanted to survive, for them, your home country had become to dangerous for you to stay in, the walkers there could climb, sprint, melt….

while you were walking around the woods, searching for food, you suddenly heard the unmistakable snapping of twigs, you pick up your katana, ready to swing at anything, whether its w was as to defend yourself from a walker or to hunt a animal, you needed to eat and you were almost out of food, you didn’t think many people were alive so when you turn around you are met with a massive shock, you instinctively raise your weapons.

"Hey hey! Hold on! Calm down, kid!"

he says with concerned laced into his tone, his hands raised to his shoulders in a soothing manner