You was beaten up badly you. You was sat leaning up against a tree when ricks group found you. Your face was bloody and bruised.

"Who are you?" Rick asked. You didn't reply, so they started to walk away.

"No, please!" You shout out, breathless. "I don't wanna be alone anymore." You spit out, your cold eyes soften as you plead for their help.

"How many walkers have you killed." Carl asked, holding a gun in his hand.