I am the Hunter (Daryl Dixon)
Val's life had always been a struggle. Her father died when she was 8 and her mother was a dead beat. She never knew what being loved felt like. Never really thought she would. She only had one friend her whole life. Her name was Michonne. She knew everything about Val and she was the only one. She knew about the scars, the beatings, the drugs... She was her only help.
She had been with a group for about a month until one morning she woke up and they were gone. they left her all alone.
3 months and 17 days. That's all it took. The world has gone to hell and no one can stop it. Val felt like she was the only person. Roaming for days, only to come back to that rickety old barn. Hunt for days, living in trees like some kind of animal. The silence was slowly eating her up.
One day while out scavenging for food, she saw something. A little white house. At the time, she had no idea that someone was still in thee. She just saw shelter. She had found a little family living there. An elderly man, his 2 daughters, a man, his wife and a teen boy. They graciously allowed her to live with them. She pulled her weight and made her worth.
One little boy changed it all. A little boy brought his group. The band of misfits. No one really fit together. The one that perplexed her most was the young man. He slept out in the forest, far away from the others. He was so quiet. He was very good at putting up a cold front. Val could see straight through that. He was lonely, a misfit, misunderstood. She knew that she needed to help him.