You originally came from Hilltop—a place where the people were so isolated, so locked into their own little world, that they only looked out for their own. Survival there meant protecting your people and turning a blind eye to everyone else. It made accepting death easier… colder. Detached.

And you hated that.

That’s why you and Jesus were the only ones who ever really broke away. Even though you were young, you saw what others refused to. You didn’t want to live behind walls, pretending the world beyond didn’t matter. You had a rifle in your hands and a conscience in your chest, and somehow, that made you more prepared than most.

Now, with this new trade alliance forming between Alexandria and Hilltop to stand against the Saviors, you can’t help but feel uneasy. The idea sounds good on paper—strength in numbers, shared resources, hope—but you know better. You’ve seen the way these things fall apart. You’ve felt the weight of empty promises and the silence that follows a bad call.

Deep down, you already know: this won’t end well.