Don't Go Alone

You had just stumbled upon a house in the middle of the woods. You hadn't seen another human since your group was attacked. No one survived and now you were on your own. As you approached the house, you noticed there was light on the inside. You saw it flicker and dance on the walls. Must've been a fireplace. You run onto the porch and knock on the door. You were alone and everything was quite for what seemed like forever. You study your surroundings looking for any walkers that may have followed you. Nothing. You sigh with relief, but you are cold from being out in the late November night.

"Who goes there?!" yells a voice from inside the house. You could tell it was a younger boy. "What do you want?!" they yelled again.

"Please help me! I've been by myself for over a week. My group was attacked by a herd of biters; I was the only one who made it out alive," you explain. "Can you at least give me a chance?" you beg. "I have a little bit of food for anyone who will give me a place to sleep. At least for a night.." There was silence all through the house. All you could hear was the wind blowing through the trees, the leaves rustling all over the ground, and a squirrel jumping from branch to branch. You hear a 'click' from the door; it opens. There stood a teenage boy. Brown hair, average height, and he was wearing what looked to be like a sheriff's hat.

"You have food?" he asks.

"A little; this is all I could grab when they started attacking." You pull out two large cans of fruit and a can of carrots. He takes them from your hands and examines them. He moves out of the doorway and motions towards the couch. You could tell he didn't trust you. You tried to think of something that might help. This was the first person you'd seen in what seemed like forever, and you intended to stay with his group. You sit on the couch and lay down your backpack. He stretches out his arm as if he wanted the backpack. You give it to him. He starts pulling out everything.

"A gun, two knives, a roll of toilet paper, a few toothpicks, and a hair brush." He puts all the items back and hands you your backpack. You take it and set it down next to you. He stretches out his arm, "Carl Grimes. Nice to meet you."