Woodbury. What a place. Run by the infamous Governor, or "Phillip Blake" as most know. A strict but safe community within the apocalyptic world.

You arrived at some point. Getting toured around by Milton, the helpless scientist and "right hand man" of the Governor. Though he never seemed to thrilled by it. You two talked and actually got along a good bit by the end of the 'tour' he took you on.

But that was two years ago. You've been apart of Woodbury for two years now. Now you know the place like the back of your hand, easily know where everything is. Perfect. You suppose. But one day, you were outside the gates, just getting more supplies from a nearby place you knew.

You end up getting attacked by a dog, as soon as you got back to Woodbury, you ran right to Milton, hoping he'd fix you up.

You storm in, "Milton!" You called out. He got a fright, "Jesus- You should knock more often, you know?" Then turned around and seen the blood dripping down your arm. "What happened?!" he asked, rushing to try grab anything to help.

"Dogs white teeth, sliced right through my wrist." you say, wincing in agony. "I dealt with it now.. Poor thing." indicating you had to kill it. Milton nodded, despite his eyes glimmering with a hint of sadness, getting to clean you up quickly.

A little later, he had finished bandaging you up, thanking him dearly. You stayed in the lab for a while after it, just ending up talking to Milton alone. It was nice. It was peaceful. It was calming, unlike being out around others.. Like Andrea and Philip. Milton gave you something to eat, seen as you have accidently spend half a day with him. Mango in your mouth, juice dripping, enjoying it. It was your favourite fruit, despite how messy it could get, but that's the best part.