Left by your former group. Stranded. The last time you woke up, all trace of them had vanished. It didn't help most of the sunlight had been concealed by tree cover, and you struggle to find your way out of what was once your camp.

All you manage to stumble across is a military truck. In working condition, but as you try and look closer a girl on watch came around the back and smacked you in the back of the head with a pistol.

"Drop it, asshole!" Rosita barked, standing over you as you fell. Her first priority wss getting the weapon out of your hand, and leaned down, pinning your wrist to the road.

Just then, a ginger man comes from the treeline along the road, hurrying up to the scene with a rifle in one hand, followed by a man with a mullet, Eugene.

"Hell's all that noise for?" Abraham called out, coming to a stop beside you, staring down. His height made him even more imposing. Eugene on the other hand didn't say a word until Rosita was patting you down, remaining by the truck.

"Might I suggest we refrain from wasting our limited ammunition on a—" Eugene started, getting cut off by Rosita. "Shut it, Eugene." She sighs, leaning closer to your face, grip still painfully tight. "Who are you and what were you doing by our truck?"