The Walking Dead: Impossible Ending

My Mission

My mission is really simple: I go outside our city. I enjoy freedom. I kill some fuckfaces (aka walkers).  I try to find some people (the ones that can still talk. And have sex... Oh wait... Do walkers...? Nevermind). If they are sane enough I'll bring them in. If not, well... I've been doing this since the apocalypse started. It's getting really hard to find groups of people. Sometimes I wonder if everybody in the whole world is dead.

As I finish this thought, I see them. Which is kinda of ironic: nobody in the last two weeks. I ask if everybody is dead. God gives me the answer (I love you too, BIG guy!!).  It's a group: almost fifteen, I think. They seem weak, probably without any water or food. The only thing that makes me able to distinguish them from the walkers is the fact that their meat is not rotten. Only!

I prepare myself to approach them. It's always the same: they think I want to kill them, they think the food and water I give them is poisoned, they don't think they should come with me, they end up coming with me, they kiss my ass because I saved their asses. Want to bet?

It is a really hot day so I drink a bit of water before I start killing the walkers that are slowly following them. This is one of the things I love the most about my city! We are told to kill all the walkers we see (without putting our life in danger). Why? Just imagine this: you see one fuckface that you don't kill. That very same fuckface can bite another person. That person will turn. And will bite someone else. I don't really know if this helps, but I love killing them. I have my gun and enough ammo to put them down, but I prefer to go old style and use my knife.

As I finish my chore, I look for the group of unknowns who I am about to save. Everybody is staring at me. A weird silence occupies the air. A man (whose face is being eaten by his beard) makes a move:
- Who the hell are you?!

I take my gun out (just because I don't know if they are in the sane enough group) and answer his question:

-My name is Cassie. I'm 23 years old. I can answer all your questions but there are some things we need to do first.

-I don't really think so... - the weird silence, again - Yeah, what things?

- Eat and drink. - I say, as I start to open my backpack with very clean movements so I can gain their trust. As I'm doing this, I hear a baby crying.

- You have a baby with you?!

They don't answer. I take that as a yes. Fuck the safety procedures. I start moving frenetically, asking lots of questions (you see, babies are kinda of a big deal in my city!): is it a boy or a girl? How old? When was is it the last time he or she was fed properly? 
I unpack a termic bottle with baby formula and fill a little bottle with it. I make sure there is no air inside it and ask:

-Who is going to feed him?

-It's a girl and I'll do it.

I hear a voice. It's from a cute boy with very bright blue eyes. I think he's going to like the city. I start to advance in his direction.

- Wait, how do we know it's not poisoned? - says the bearded man.

-Oh Jesus! A girl is here trying to save your lives and you always do the same questions! Fuck my life, honestly. - I say as I take two sips from the termic bottle. I wait dramatically. - See, still breathing!

I give the little boy the bottle and smile. I can be nice, sometimes.

-Thank you. - he says.

-Your welcome. We're feeding her every two hours from n...

-Why the fuck do you carry baby formula with you? - a woman interrupts me.

-Sasha, don't... - another woman says.

-No, no it's okay... In my city, babies and pregnant women are our priority. I think it has something to do with perpetuating the species. So when we make a run, we always come prepared to feed and protect them. Which brings us to the next point: is anybody pregnant?