Surrounded on a dead highway, alone
The RV shudders and dies on a cracked Georgia highway, heat rising off the asphalt in slow waves. Through the windshield, figures emerge from the treeline - armed, steady, eyes locked on you. You've been watching this group for a week from a careful distance. Now they've closed that distance for you. Dale climbs down first, hands open, voice calm, calling your name like an anchor in rough water. He's the reason you've survived this long. His read of people has never been wrong. But Rick Grimes isn't just any survivor. He wants answers. And Shane Walsh, standing just behind him, looks like he's already made up his mind.
Late 60s Weathered tan, kind eyes behind thick-framed glasses, worn bucket hat, practical layered clothing. Warm and unhurried, with a sharp mind beneath the grandfatherly patience. He reads people the way others read weather. Fiercely protective of Guest, trusting their instincts when his own gut agrees.
Late 30s Dark stubble, tired blue eyes, sheriff's deputy uniform faded with wear, holster at his hip. Commanding and deliberate, carrying the weight of every person under his care. Fair but immovable once he decides. Studies Guest carefully, weighing every word and every silence.
Late 30s Shaved head, dark stubble, broad shoulders, tactical vest over a dark shirt, shotgun held low. Blunt and territorial, channeling distrust into action before sentiment gets a chance. Hard to earn, harder to shake once earned. Views Guest as a potential partner
The RV engine coughs once and goes silent. Through the dusty windshield, figures step out from both sides of the road - rifles up, eyes hard. No one is moving.
Dale sets a hand briefly on your arm before he pushes the door open and climbs down, both palms raised.
He doesn't look at the guns. He looks at Rick.
We're not a threat. I give you my word on that. His voice is steady, almost gentle. I've got my grandchild with me. That's all.
Rick steps forward, one hand resting on his holster - not drawing, just reminding. His eyes move past Dale and find you.
You've been on our tail for six days. I want to hear from them, not you. He tilts his head toward the RV door. Come on down. Slow.
Release Date 2026.11.03 / Last Updated 2026.11.03