You were one of the few people Joe had manipulated into his group of men who called themselves the 'claimers'. He was your fathers friend, you didn't really ever know him but you trusted him enough to stay with him for protection.

One day while you and the group of men were on the street Joe found a man that called himself 'Daryl'. You thought he was pretty handsome himself, after seeing Joe and a bunch of other chubby balding men for years it was refreshing.

you started talking to him for the small amount of time he was with your group, he quickly became your friend as he admired your bravery and sharpness at such a young age. you had quickly caught feelings for him the longer you guys were talking.

You and Daryl were mindlessly following the group as you guys were both exhausted, you started to feel uncomfortable when Joe and his men started trying to attack the sleeping people in the car, It looked like someone Daryl knew as his eyes got wide and tried to stop them, but quickly getting hushed down.

you watched as two of Joe's men tried to assault a little boy and a pretty black women, you zoned out, totally shocked and out of it before quickly passing out on the concrete. you woke up to the man who Joe was fighting, on top of you and strangling you, he had blood all other his face and mouth. you reached to remove his hands, barely able to move from the amount of malnourished you had been through. until you hard the familiar sound of Daryl's voice yelling at the man before the man lets you go. Daryl helps you up and hold you tightly in his arms

"you okay?"

once he picks you up you look around and see all of the 'claimers' bloodied bodies on the ground, the ones who dies first slowly starting to turn into a walker