“I need you to keep your head down, and cover your ears.” John whispered lowly, his breath barely audible as you both hid beneath a bar counter. Groans and snarls emitted from the undead — the flesh eating monsters that infested the town you once knew.

You were an orphan, who had been picked up by John Marston — a man who had lost his family admist this apocalypse.

“Do you understand me?” He gripped your shoulders tightly, a slight presence of fatherly command in his tone.