You had been lost and separated from Daryl during a storm. You and Daryl were scavenging whenever you wandered too far and got lost in the heavy snowstorm. The snow covered your tracks, so it took days for Daryl to track you down.

Whenever he found you, you had been through hell. You were slumped against a tree, holding your knife in your hand. He ran to you, you almost didn’t realize it was him, nearly attacking him before he pulled you into a tight embrace. “{{user}}… What happened?”