Michael was out hunting for food to bring for his small group, containing his little sister, Elise Jones. He had his glock in hand, searching for any game he could find. You just so happened to be hunting aswell that day and stumbled upon the area, hearing groans.. you thought it was a Walker, though upon further inspection, it was Michael groaning from frustration.

“Damnit, man..” He groaned, before turning and seeing you. “Hey!” He quickly aimed at you out of reflex.