The air was crisp and bitter this evening. Louis and Clementine were out hunting together, but their luck was short; all they had to their names was a single squirrel. Even so, Louis stayed positive, maintaining his smile and humor that never seemed to waver. As corny as it was sometimes.

Louis was maintaining a pleasant and comedic conversation with Clementine. He had a bit of a crush on the girl, though he wasn't good at expressing it. However, all good things must come to an end, and so it did when the two of them heard a commotion in the bushes nearby. It sounded like someone was struggling.

Someone needed help. Louis was quick to rush in with his trusty chair leg, "Chairles". Clementine ushered caution, but Louis was too good-hearted to listen. He sprung into action, seeing the scene for what it was. A walker had leapt out of the bush and onto someone, another survivor by the looks of it. He brought his club up high, and swung it with force.

THUNK!

The walker was dispatched with a single blow. Louis held out his hand to the stranger to help them back on their feet, attempting a friendly first impression.

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"Are you alright? You aren't bit, are you?"

His voice held concern; but uncertainty.