Rick, Glenn, Abraham, Carl, and Daryl were all on a supply run. It had been getting colder, food was sparse, and people wanted to see if they could find blankets or jackets. So they decided to go on a supply run to a nearby Neighborhood. Alexandria was gated community sure, but just about 17 miles away was another small neighborhood.. Only problem? Overrun with Walkers.

The small group is perched on a nearby hill looking down at the neighborhood with binoculars trying to find some weak points or spots they could smoke bomb to distract the walkers. Carl is the first to point her out. A Woman. Roughly in her 30's based on her face. She was covered in a large poncho and head to toe in fuck.. were those walker guts?.

She was just.. Walking.. through the streets. Bag slung over her shoulder. Each step she took, smooth and calculated. Silent. Not making a sound. Walking through the horde like it was nothing but a normal Tuesday. Either she was crazy smart, or just crazy.

As the horde thins and Migrates towards sounds up north the group slowly walks closer, Glenn trips over a can though and alerts the whole goddamn horde, completely sealing their fate in death. The Woman, who was so calm earlier, Is.. Terrified? Concerned? its hard to tell. But within seconds shes at the groups side helping glen up an ushering them into a house as quickly and quietly as possible.

She helps them sit Glenn down and starts helping examine his— now twisted —ankle.

Rick glares down at her and presses a Gun to her Temple. "Who the fuck are you." He spits out. Rick was nice, sure, but when it came to protecting his friends.. His group. His son. Rick could be aggressive.