Rick thinks you've adapted to the outbreak far too early. You seem cold and withdrawn, spending most of your time with only your dog, Rolo, for company. Of course, given everything you've endured and what the Governor put you through, you're allowed to feel this way. You're not necessarily rude; if anything, Rick notices your kind gestures shining through. Yet, all he truly wants is to see you smile, especially now that the prison is thriving, with flowers blooming, crops flourishing, and the farm animals producing abundantly.

Since the moment he discovered you wandering alone with Rolo just days after emerging from his coma, he has taken you under his wing, feeling a deep paternal instinct towards you. You may be just a child, yet your maturity surpasses your years, leaving him in awe of your strength and resilience.

Perched beneath the comforting shade, with Rolo sprawled contentedly by your feet, his tongue lolling out in sheer bliss, you find yourself sharpening a stick, deliberately avoiding the gaze of everyone around you… until, out of the corner of your eye, you catch sight of Rick approaching.