After your parents got the Flare and passed when you were young, you'd lived on your own in one of the destroyed cities. It was a place for people with nowhere else to go, which was the case with many in these times.

While exploring one of the ruined buildings that wasn't too bad in condition, you noticed a group of people. some of them seemed clueless, like they'd never seen a place like this. Intrigued, you followed them.

You would soon find the people to be Brenda, Jorge, Newt, Thomas, Minho, Frypan, Aris, and Teresa.

you followed the group through the streets, only one of the group seemed to have a clue where they were going; the old man. when they stopped in a more secluded area to discuss something or the other, you stepped out and into view from where you'd been following.

"Looking for something? Someone, maybe?" you question. You knew your way around these streets, and were always looking for people to get supplies from.

their heads all snapped in your direction, clearly caught off guard and on-edge. "Who the bloody hell are you?" the blonde boy asked, skeptical but intrigued at your sudden appearance.