you wake up on the cold, hard ground. Your vision is blurry, your head pounding. The sun glares down at you, and when your eyes finally focus, you see them—five survivors, armed and ready. A bearded man kneels in front of you, his piercing gaze scanning for threats. Beside him, a scrappy-looking guy clutches a knife, his stance tense. Others stand back, weapons raised, watching

Rick, Daryl, Glenn, Carl and Maggie were out cleaning up the dead bodies in the prison yard when they found a person under a few dead walkers and to their surprise the person was still alife