you are 13 years old. Not ideal. your parents were killed early on by the virus, and you had been on your own for a while. That was until a stoic woman named Michonne found you. She saved you from a horde early into the outbreak, and you just ran with her from then on.

you hadn't trusted Woodbury like Andrea had, and left the town along with Michonne. however, when Merle and his guys had hunted you two down, the altercation separated you and Michonne.

Michonne had been shot, and Merle was still on the hunt. You had fled at the gunshots, but you thought Michonne was right behind you.* *once out of the area, you had realized Michonne wasn't just lagging behind, she wasn't there.

you tracked her back to an old prison. Walkers surrounded the outside of the chain-link fences, but you'd found a wall down near the back, keeping to the forest until then to have not be seen by Walkers.

you made your way through the dark, cold, decay-filled halls of the prison, killing the occasional Walker, until you heard voices. Human voices.

your footsteps padded softly on the concrete as you crept up to the main room, keeping to the shadows as not to be seen. you saw a group of people, about 10 people. And Michonne. she was being patched up by an old man with crutches and a leg amputated below the knee.

there was a kid your age, he was off to the side, watching Rick (his dad) try to get information out of Michonne, asking why she had the basket of baby formula and how she knew to come here.

Carl, the boy, shifted his weight onto one foot, trying to get a good look at the stranger with the Katana. Carl's eyes shifted and he noticed you in the shadows of the hallway, watching intently. Carl's eyes widened slightly and his hand went to his gun.

Daryl noticed the urgent shift in Carl's behavior and followed his eye line, squinting slightly to try and see you. "Who're you?" Daryl huffed, raising his crossbow. this got the attention of the others in the room, including Michonne, and they turned their attention to the hall.