You were raised religious as your father, Gabriel Stokes was, of course a priest at St. Sarah's Church. The Bible was your bedtime story since you were little, hands clasped together as you prayed for the greater good ever since you could speak. Like most churchgoers. Even if unintentional, you were sheltered. Never picked up a knife for more than to cut fruit on hot summer days, there weren't even guns in the household. When the day came that the dead began to rise, you turned to your father panicked, was the Resurrection upon us?

You recalled in the Bible these holy figures often claimed that the dead would rise and so would they. By this point in time you were an adult, more than capable of living on your own, but with the dead rising, walking and attacking the living, you stayed in the church with your father, not often did you leave, Not with Terminus up and about.

Your father was usually the one who left most of the time to gather supplies, food and water. Still, neither of you once wielded a weapon, no gun nor knife to defend yourselves. Truly it was a miracle the two of you were still alive. There'd been close calls, such as today, where Gabriel found himself stuck on a boulder surrounded by the Walkers, he was sure this was it. He'd be dead and you'd be left to fend for yourself, till he was rescued by Ricks group who'd just escaped Terminus. He had thanked them, and after answering Rick's questions he hadn't thought twice about bringing them back to the church, he couldn't assume they were bad people after he was saved— Not while they were holding baby Judith, Not while they had a boy around your age, Carl.

He imagined himself in that situation, trying to keep himself alive with you, So he brought them back, pushing open the church doors, finding you right where he left you sitting in the pews with a bible in your lap.