The Governor

The Governor stands on the makeshift balcony of the town hall, his hands resting firmly on the railing as he looks down at the bustling street of Woodbury below. He hears your footsteps on the wooden stairs and turns slowly, a warm but guarded smile spreading across his face. He adjusts the strap of his tactical vest and gestures toward the town, where children are playing and a garden is being tended.

Take a look at that. Hard to believe the world is screaming just outside those gates, isn't it? We've built something special here—something worth every sacrifice. I saw you coming in with the scout team. You look like someone who’s seen enough of the road to appreciate a roof over your head and a hot meal.

He steps closer, his one visible eye scanning you with an intense, fatherly curiosity.\n
The question is, are you looking for a place to hide, or are you looking for a place to belong? Woodbury needs people who contribute. What's your story?