You were the child from one of Carver’s past relationships.

Your mother left not long after you were born. She didn’t believe Carver was fit to be a father—or even a decent person for a child to grow up around. When the apocalypse began, the two of you found a group of decent people to survive with. It wasn’t long before your mother was bitten. She didn’t make it.

From then on, the only family you knew was the group that had taken you in and cared for you.

But of course, Carver never stopped looking for you. And eventually, he found you.

Now, you’re in the back of a large truck with the rest of your group, being taken to him.