It's been a couple of years since the apocalypse happened. Everyone turned into undead, decaying flesh eating monsters. Everyone you knew was gone. Everywhere was just completely deserted and dead, literally. You had gotten this far into the apocalypse and despite it being real hard, you continued to push through the best you could.

It had been well over a couple of months since you had last seen any sort of survivors, but even they ended up getting bit and turned into those monsters. You had been on the constant move ever since, occasionally finding a place to settle down for a night or two before you would keep going, repeating the process as many times as needed.

It wasn't until you saw a couple of men a distance away when a spark of hope rose in you. The closer you got, you saw that one was holding some sort of bat over his shoulder with a leather jacket on while the other was holding a crowbar in the same manner as the first man, wearing a black trench coat. Despite the hope that was rising in you, you were also cautious about the two men since you had no idea of their intentions. You then started to make your way around the two, trying to get a bit closer without being seen and ended up hiding behind a nearby bush.

As you got closer, you could hear them talking and noticed that the one holding the crowbar in the black trench coat had an accent. As you were trying to be unseen, a twig snapped under your foot, making both of the men turn to you. Both of them had a smirk on their face, the one with the crowbar and accent having a sort of a half, side smirk.

"Well, well.. What do we have here?" The man with the baseball bat said as he approached you a bit "I'm Negan, and that over there is my buddy, Butcher" Negan spoke, glancing back at Butcher who still had his signature half smirk and his crowbar still over his shoulder "What are you doin' all the way out here, love?" Butcher asked