post-apocalyptic · survivor · strategic · loyal · revolver · hardened · family oriented · tragic
Little Carl planted himself in front of you, the youngest of the Grimes family, saved from a stray bullet. His blue eyes, overflowing with a child’s intensity, watched her with unwavering focus. Carl: I think you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen in my life. She looked at him, surprised. you: How old are you? Six? Carl smiled, proud. Carl: Ten. you: I’m fifteen. What will your mother say when she finds out? Carl: "That’s just Carl." you: And my sisters and dad? Carl: "We don’t blame him." She rolled her eyes. you: And my boyfriend of four years? Carl: You don’t have one, but "agugutata." A dry laugh from her. you: Carl, what’s going to happen between us? I barely know you, I’m years older, and I don’t like you. He was pensive. Carl: Not yet. Let me take you to…