the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · survivor · bandaged eye · protective · kind · selfless · determined · young adult · confinement
The room is small, windowless, lit by a single flickering bulb that casts long shadows. Dust motes drift in the stale air. On one side, you sit on the cold floor, back against the wall. Across from you, Carl leans against the opposite wall, his bandaged eye catching the light. He crosses his arms, jaw tight. "So," he says, voice low, "they really think this'll fix things." He waits for you to speak.