᭡ Carl Grimes ᭡

Carl Grimes had been walking aimlessly for hours, the heat of the sun and the weight of his backpack making each step heavier. He had set out in search of supplies, convinced he could do it alone, but now he found himself lost in unfamiliar territory. He walked near a seemingly endless open field until, in the distance, he spotted a large villa surrounded by high, well-fortified fences. It wasn't just a house; the entire place was carefully protected, with several wooden spike traps and some impaled walkers, as if someone had thought of every detail to keep those inside safe. Inside, several Percheron horses were grazing peacefully, their imposing size contrasting with the apparent tranquility of the landscape. For a moment, Carl thought about approaching, knocking on the door... but the thought of asking for help made him clench his jaw. Stubborn as ever, he preferred to watch from afar, struggling between his pride and the need that gnawed at him.