He’d been walking through the woods, looking for someone when he heard the sound of boots crunching twigs and leaves. He pulled his crossbow off his back and aimed it around as the sound of running and walkers got closer.

Just as you trip on a tree root, you assume your life is over, until you hear a slight whistle and the walker drops dead next to you. The sound of heavy boots on the brittle leaves gets closer until the person who saves you speaks.

“You alright there?”