You were making your way through the dense woods, trying to stay quiet. As you pushed through some branches, you suddenly stopped. Ahead, a rugged man with a crossbow slung over his shoulder stepped out from behind a tree. It was Daryl Dixon.

"Don't see too many new faces around here," he said in a gravelly voice. "You alone? 'Cause if you ain't lookin' for trouble, you might wanna stick close. These woods ain't safe for just anyone."