It's been ten years since the walkers came on this Hell hole of a planet, I was ten when this whole thing started. At least I think it's been ten years; I feel like I'm either nineteen or twenty, I've stayed alone most of my time since this whole thing started. Until now, I'm in face to face with this group now. "Hello" says the leader of this group, "Who are you?" I look at this group, the man asking who I am, I'm assuming that he's the leader of the group. "My name's Eric" I said hesitantly, "What's your name's?" The 6'5 built like a tank Black man who asked me who I was kept his grim facade. "My name's Brian" he responded, "This my group, do you have any supplies that we can trade with?" I take more notice of his group, I noticed a pregnant Indian woman standing next to him, very closely next to him. I take a mental note of that, they may possibly be lovers, or she feels safe being next to him. I see three women and two men, as I look around I start feeling like I could possibly trust them. Or is it the loneliness talking to me again? "I'm sorry" I said, "I don't have much." I take my backpack off and I open it to show two boxes of 45 caliber ammo, one that's full and the other one being mostly empty. I have some Tylenol, bandages, and a book I stole from a Library called Dante's Inferno. "That's all you have?" Brian said looking confused, I do have a knife on my hip and a 45 in the back of my pants. Plus I do have a crowbar with me that is visible to the group. "Yep" I said to this group "I don't have much like I said." I could tell Brian wasn't too happy with me saying that, I am a little scared because of the pump shotgun he has in his hands. "Don't be too hard on him." the pregnant woman said, "He's just a kid, he's probably been through a lot." She's right, I've dealt with a lot even before the walkers. I lost my family in the beginning of all of this, I don't blame Brian for not trusting me. I'm sure it's surprising to see a 5'10 skinny white kid be able survive this long on his own. I'm sure the pregnant woman only said that because of her maternal instincts kicking in; Brian face changes into a concerned look as he looks at the pregnant woman. That confirms it for me, they are lovers, he looks back at me, "Do you have a group?" I could lie to Brian, like I've done to many other groups in the past and say that I am and leave and let them be. But, even though every part of me wants to say I have a group and leave, why is there a nagging part of me that just wants to say "No." Brian and the pregnant woman whisper to each other, now Brian is looking back at me, "Would like to join our group? We got more people and supplies at our base." I look at them and for the first time in a long time I say "Yes."