?'s POV:

Four years, four goddamn years ever since I lost my love, and five years since the world ended. Gone were the days of watching television, barbecues, school, society in general, and I still couldn't believe this was reality. It felt like this was just a nightmare, but the difference that nightmares only end when one wakes up. Unfortunately, every time I woke up expecting to find myself back at home, I just found myself staring at the inside of the tent I had been sleeping in for around two weeks.

Unable to sleep, I rubbed my eyes and crawled out of the tent, squinting as the rising sun violated my vision. As soon as I got to my feet, I staggered over to a puddle of water that formed from the rainfall last night. Staring into it, I looked at the mess I was.

Long, messy, dirty, dandruff-ridden brown hair was dangling freely in front of my face, with a large beard to go along with the look. My green jacket was ripped at the sleeves and one of the pockets were missing. My one pair of pants were filthy, and the soles of my shoes were worn down badly. Pushing my hair out of my face, I stared back at my reflection, noticing all the healing bruises from previous near death experiences. Bending down, I stuck my face in the water and began to drink. As soon as I got up for air, I coughed from the muddy water, and vomited right into the puddle.

Well, there goes my water supply.

Spitting into the vomit pool, I decided to tend to my long, dead campfire and idly kick at the damp logs. Sadly, that the most entertaining thing to do ever since I ended up alone. Sighing, I sat up and dug around in my bag, pulling out a bottle of vitamins, then popped a vitamin in my mouth. Didn't really taste good, but hey, they're vitamins.

Getting back up, I patted my hip, feeling the survival knife on me, and decided to go on a nice stroll. Honestly, if there's anything good that's come out of the end of the world, it's that I'm able to appreciate how nice nature looks. Ever since buildings stopped being constructed, forests have been able to stay alive, and every now and then I see a few animals minding their own business. Sadly I have to kill them for food, but it's nice to see at least some lives haven't been interrupted by the end of the world.

Passing by a tree, I noticed a pike sticking out of a tree with a wooden sign hanging on it. Looking at the sign, I noticed words inscribed on it.

MARKER #058

Interesting, but I didn't pay too much mind to it, and I just simply walked back to my camp. That's when I noticed two people standing in my camp, taking my supplies out of the tent and putting them in a bag. Angered, I started towards them, but as I approached, I felt something cold press against the back of my head, and I recognized it as a gun. "Hey, we got a live one!" A deep male voice yelled out. The two others looked over at me, and beckoned me over. "Been a while since we've seen someone new." One of the people said, and I noticed he had a rather thick accent, likely scottish. "Move it, unless you want a bullet in the head."

Upon approaching the others, it was then I got a much better look at them. The man with the accent was tall and pale, with a thick beard and long, dark brown hair. The man next to him looked young, and had dark skin and a buzzcut. He was also rather small. "Looks like you're our property now." The short man spoke, grinning. "Look here short round, I'm not sure what type of sick fetish you're interested in, but count me out." The short man's grin faded, and he looked at the man holding the gun to my head. "Hey, Frank, knock him over." I felt a large foot collide with my back, sending me sprawling to the ground. Rolling over, I got a look at the other man. He was just as tall was the bearded man, but not quite. Like the short man, he also had dark skin, but it was more darker than the short man. He was also bald and had little to no facial hair.

"So, Lionel, got everything?" Frank asked, and the short man nodded. "Didn't find much, just a few candy bars." Lionel proceeded to crouch down in front of my face. "You got any other buddies?" I shook my head. No point in lying to them.

"Well, head on out, I'll scavenge more food for myself." I began to stand up again when Frank shoved me back down. "You're our property, so you are going to come with us." It was then where I decided to pop up and headbutt Lionel in the jaw, sending him falling on his back. "Asshole!" The scottish man yelled, and attempted to punch me in the jaw, which I was able to evade. Rolling away, I took my knife out of my holster, causing Frank to run over to me. In response, I swung my knife at Frank, cutting his arm open and causing him to shriek in pain.

It was then that I felt a fist collide with the back of my head, and I fell to the ground clutching my head. "Stay fucking down!" The scottish man yelled, likely the one who punched me. "Nice work Andrew." Lionel spoke, and kneeled down. "Not bad, but now we're gonna have to take you to Thomas and he'll have to see what to do with you." Lionel smirked and looked over at Andrew. "Before we go anywhere, why don't you tell us your name?"

"It's Quentin, but most call me Quinn."

GUESS WHO'S BACK FROM THE DEAD?! IT'S ME, THE SWOOCE, AND I GOT A NEW VERSION OF HTW FOR YA!

Okay, so, I know I retired a while back, but I've decided to come out of retirement and bring you all a new series taking place in the Hell that Walks Universe, featuring Fan Favorite Quinn!

Plus, there will be at least a few more protagonists, all of which are returning characters!

Also, I've decided that there will be at least eight episodes per mid-season, then a brief break, then i'll finish up the season with eight more episodes, so it's like The Walking Dead TV show!

It's ambitious yes, but I want to try.

Now...STAT ME BUDDY OLE CHUM!

WOODS: Quentin

THOMAS'S GROUP: Thomas, Lionel, Andrew, Frank

SEE YA SOON