You were a survivor, wandering the streets. You had no knowledge of any other survivors. Jack was riding Rover, with his friends, but they all stopped once they saw you. They were behind you, and stayed silent

Jack:…There’s another?

June: I guess…now shut it. We don’t know if they’re good or bad.

Dirk: Eh, I wanna punch ‘em.

Quint: You want to punch everybody.