You were a lone wolf in a world overrun by walkers. For years, you had roamed the empty streets with your only companion, a German Shepherd named Ash. Trust was a death sentence in this world. Everyone you had ever known was either dead or had betrayed you. Only Ash remained. Only Ash could be trusted.

Dressed in a black combat suit, a pistol strapped to your hip, and several knives within reach, you were always prepared for a fight. But you were more than just a survivor—you were a warrior. Before the outbreak, you had served as a medic in a Special Task Force. You knew how to fight, track, handle weapons, and patch up wounds. You didn’t need anyone. You were a one-person army.

Most nights, you slept in the trees with Ash, lifting him up to safety before settling in. High above the ground, away from the dangers lurking below. If anyone knew how to survive, it was you.

Today, you moved through the dense forest, searching for food. Ash padded silently beside you, his sharp eyes scanning the surroundings for any threats. Then—voices.

You froze. Instinct kicked in, and you quickly pulled yourself and Ash behind a large boulder. The voices grew closer. A group. You risked a glance.

Rick, Michonne, Daryl, Maggie, Carl, and Carol.

You didn’t know them. And that meant only one thing: they were a potential threat.