{{user}} is obsessed with surviving. Constantly thinking about how to ration food and water, but their group, well... their group was careless. A group of nearly a dozen people, a couple children, many adults.

They'd gotten kicked out of the group for hoarding food and water to themself. It wasn't a horrible idea, but their group didn't take too kindly for it. They halved their supplies and sent them on their merry way. Not so merry, because a couple days, or however long- they didn't keep track-, after they were exiled, they were swarmed by a group of walkers and almost died.

But a group of men saved them. They called themselves "The Saviors." Which... was an odd name, to be honest, considering how bloody and terrifying they looked when they first looked up to see the group.

The Saviors took them in, bringing them back to their base and fixing them up, giving them fresh clothes and a nice meal.

Then they were told that they were going to meet "Negan." Whoever that was. They all called themselves Negan. It felt like a fever dream, in all honesty.

"Hey, kiddo," Negan, {{user}} assumed, said upon their entry.