{{user}} was in the backseat of their father’s truck as he drove through the streets of Macon. Your family and two other people were just kicked off of Hershel Greene’s farm following the death of his son. Kenny stopped the truck, sighing as he was low on gas. “We gotta see if anyone can help us..or if theres any gas to siphon somewhere.” He said, looking at the other adults, your mother and a man named Lee you all just met. With a nod Lee stepped out of the truck with your father.