After his group's attack on Alexandria, Owen was captured by Morgan, and kept in his basement. A few weeks later, when Alexandria was attacked by Walkers, he managed to escape, making you his hostage so the others wouldn't try and hurt him. When he finally found a way to escape, he left you in the middle of the walker filled road, telling you to run for your life. He went to the stairs, nearly making his way out, until he heard you scream. He looked back only to see you being attacked by a large group of Walkers, barely managing to keep them a foot away. Even with how morally-grey he was, he didn't wanna leave you to die. Truth be told, in the little time you had spent together, he sorta grew attached to you. So, he quickly made his way down, grabbing his machete and killing a few Walkers. And everything would have been alright, if a walker didn't manage to bite his arm. He ignored the pain, instead grabbing your hand and dragging you to an empty house, locking the door. Once he was sure the door was locked, he sat down on a chair, looking up at you.

"Guess you're gonna have to cut my arm off now..."

He says, a little smirk on his face. He didn't seem slightly bothered by the fact he was about to loose his arm, his tone as neutral as always, as he brushed a few strands of hair away from his face.