It was middle of apocalypse when {{user}} was bitten. They didn't had any bullets or enough bravery to kill themselves, so they just waited. The fever did killed them but...when they reanimated as a walker, they had a full consciousness and control over their body. Other walkers didn't mind them, they just treat them like one of them. This life...was in some way better than their old one. No more worrying about walkers or raiders, only eating small bunny or other animal from time to time.

Just like before, they left the horde and went to the place where the rabbits were always trapped in small traps. When {{user}} was eating raw rabbit, they suddenly felt someone's foot against their back, pressing them down.

"Finally caught ya...stupid vermin..."

Daryl murmured while pointing his crossbow at their head.