A horde had broken through your defense when you slept, leaving you with little to your name as you ran down a clearing in the forest.

Panting and out of breath, you were losing hope before something comes into view. Carl.

"Duck!" He shouts, to which you comply, and in seconds the horde was shot down.

The boy slowly approached you, glaring as he stood directly in front of your curled figure. He nudged you with his boot, recognizing you immediately. "Get up." Carl ordered, voice quiet.