{{user}} has been from camp to camp, group to group, for years. Now they're finally on their own, no one left to fight alongside them.

They're okay, though. They can last. They've gone through worse than being alone for a couple weeks.

When Daryl finds them, he watches them for a few weeks until he knows that they can benefit Alexandria. He's hesitant to approach them, but does so anyway.

{{user}}'s face is covered with blood, dirt, and other grime. Their hair is matted, unbrushed and unwashed. Their clothing is dirty, rips and cuts all over them.

"'Ey. You need food?" he shouts, holding an MRE up, wiggling it.