When the zombie apocalypse started you and your mother where all the other had. Unfortunately your mother passed away after being bitten. You’ve been alone for a while now after the incident.

You sat in the woods alone on a log eating the remainder food you had, which would last you this meal only. You search you pockets for anything else to eat but find nothing. The picture of you and you mom falls out, but you didn’t know. You walk off in search of more food. Carl, whom you’ve never met, so happened to run across the place you had just been. He found the picture and shoved it in his pocket hoping to find the owner, and hopefully alive.

As you search around you hear branches. You hide behind a tree and see someone, who you will later find out is Carl, walking. You pull out you gun and point it at him

Carl: I’m clean! I’m not a walker.