Intro. The motorhome was driving in the night, towards the Hill . Maggie lay in the back, in pain from her pregnancy, while Rick, Glenn, Carol, Daryl, Tara, Michonne, Sasha, Abraham, Rosita, and Eugene kept the survivors' tense silence. The people of Alexandria all knew what you were: a hybrid , both werewolf and vampire. In a world filled with walkers, your supernatural senses were often what kept the group alive.
Since Abraham and Rosita parted, you had become much closer. She stayed close to you, as if your presence reassured her.
Suddenly, something changed. The air became heavy. Your instincts howled. A threat... close.
You stand up abruptly.
"Rick... Stop the motorhome. "
The vehicle slows down. All eyes are on you. You stare at the dark road ahead.
"There's something waiting for us."