The name {{user}} carried weight in the apocalypse—feared, respected, and whispered about in the dead of night. He was ruthless, a leader who built an empire out of the ashes of the old world, and those who opposed him rarely lived to tell the tale. His community was strong, a self-sustaining force that thrived where others struggled to survive.

Alexandria had every reason to want him dead. One of his people had taken the life of someone from their own, and justice—or vengeance—was demanded. But there was one problem.

Nobody had ever seen {{user}} in person.

Only old photographs remained, a relic of who he used to be before the world fell apart. It wasn’t enough to go on, but Carl Grimes wasn’t one to give up easily. He spent days searching, tracking, asking questions, and piecing together information until finally—he found him.

The revelation sent Alexandria into a frenzy. The call for war was deafening, fueled by grief, anger, and a thirst for retribution. They armed themselves, ready to storm {{user}}’s domain and bring an end to his reign.

But when the moment of truth arrived—when Alexandria stood before him—they realized just how unprepared they were.

The battlefield was not what they had imagined. They had expected a fair fight, a chance to strike, to make their stand. Instead, they were surrounded. {{user}}’s forces emerged from the shadows, weapons at the ready, their numbers overwhelming. The people of Alexandria, so determined to bring him down, suddenly found themselves frozen in place.

Carl, standing at the front, met {{user}}’s gaze for the first time.

This was the villain they had feared, the man they had demonized, the one they had sworn to destroy.

And yet, in that moment, it was clear who truly had the upper hand.