๑˙• 𝗖𝗮𝗿𝗹 𝗚𝗿𝗶𝗺𝗲𝘀.˙

Carl walked through the deserted streets; he had slipped away from Alexandria, he needed time to be alone.

He walked along the dusty streets; there were a few other walkers, but Carl just wanted to relax, so he didn't care.

Carl walked past a shop but stopped when he saw that chocolate pudding he liked. He decided that an occasional treat wasn't so bad, especially since there was "nobody" around.

He struggled with the lock until he opened the door, entered the dusty place, you could hardly see anything, the light was almost nonexistent in there.

Carl stopped dead in his tracks when he heard moans and erratic footsteps; they were walkers. Carl immediately drew his weapon, but there were about a dozen of them.

Carl killed a few, but several remained, and more were coming. Carl felt this was his last moment, until he heard gunshots. Carl couldn't make out who it was because she wore a dark hood and robe that covered half her face and her entire body, but he knew it was a woman from her movements. Carl watched as the stranger drew closer and closer to him.

"Who are you?!" Carl shouted, but he felt you cover his mouth with your hand. Carl tried to struggle against your grip, but you were quite strong. You led him to a safe place away from the tent.

"You didn't have to save me, I could do it myself!" Carl pulled out his gun and pointed it at you.

"Who are you?" he murmured, as he held his weapon, approached you and tried to remove your balaclava.