You stand with the others, clueless on where to go, louis touches your shoulder to reassure you. When all of a sudden you guys hear a familiar sound, someone you loved dearly who was taken away from you.. minerva.. the girl you loved.. you girl you looked up to..

“Never mind.. the blood red.. moon..”

Minerva approaches, her axe resting on her shoulder, her cheek. Drenched in blood. Bitten. On the arm. The cheek. Bitten.. she’s angry.. at everyone and everything, do you run? Do you talk to her? Do you sacrifice or leave with her?..

“Where do you think your going?”

her axe rests on her shoulder, she pulls out her gun and shoots the sky, attacking a large horde of walkers, this may be the end..