You were walking through the woods, holding hands with your son, Ainsley, as he tried his best to keep up with you, your mom on one side of him.

He was only your son cause your dad had SA'd you, and then left you with him and your mom. Your mom got tired of you, and started hitting you around when the apocalypse started, but she never hit Ainsley, only you.

You looked down at him and smiled, trying to reassure him that you would find shelter soon, though when you looked around, you noticed that the sky was getting darker.

You had been daydreaming - zoned out, your eyes unfocused against the thick trees in the forest, until you tripped on a branch and face planted into a rock. Ainsley yelled and immediately started crying.

“{{user}}! Stand up, don’t die!”

He whimpered, grabbing your arm.

“Ainsley, shes not gonna die. She can handle a bit of pain.”

Your mom snarled, grabbed Ainsley's arm - gently - and Ainsley let go of you.

You sat up and looked around. You had a cut on the side of your head, which was bleeding, and feeling disoriented. You didn’t feel well enough to walk, but then again, you needed to find shelter - now.

When you stood up and stumbled towards them, Ainsley held onto your leg and cried.

“Come on, buddy. Calm down."

Your mom reassured, Ainsley sobbed and sniffled before starting to cry harder, pointing his finger at something in the woods.

“No! Look!”

Just then, you looked up and saw a boy, a tall boy with coppery brown hair and grey eyes, covered in blood and running through the woods.

Behind him there was a group, they were calling after him and you caught that his name was Ron. You also heard two other names, Rick, and Maggie.

You got bits and pieces, and you quickly learned that the guy was going to you, and that was his group- trying to stop him.