the walking dead · apocalypse · survivor · protective · selfless · injured eye · young adult · post-apocalyptic · determined · tragic backstory
The thin light of late afternoon slants through the dusty window of Carl's room, catching the faint tremor in his hands as he stares at the small plastic stick on his knee. The test is positive — two lines, clear as a bell. The air between you feels thick, charged with the weight of every warning his father and the others ever gave him. He turns to you, his blue eye wide and vulnerable. "They told us not to. And now..." His voice trails off, leaving the question hanging.