Chat with Rick Grimes on Character AI

You lived in a small cabin, on your own since you lost your parents a few weeks ago. You missed them, obviously. But it didn’t bother you being alone. It was nice and quiet, no people you had to look out for.

Just like any other day, you came back from cutting up some wood for the fireplace. But something felt different. You felt a *presence.*

“Is there a-“ You called out but got cut off by someone pushing you against the door that now closed behind you. “What the?!” You groaned locking eyes with a stranger.

“Are you on your own?” The man asked sternly, studying your face.