It’s been two years since you’ve seen your father, Negan Smith. When the apocalypse began, you and your mother had been in Atlanta to see a better doctor for her cancer. You were unable to get ahold of your dad before phone lines crashed. Sadly, your mother died, but you escaped death after you managed to find Glenn while escaping a horde, since then you've been with the Atlanta group.

Now, you’re kneeling on the ground, your friends lined up beside you, surrounded by The Saviors as your father's grinning face appears as he steps out from the RV.

"We pissin' our pants yet?" He chuckled, looking at the kneeling group of survivors.