the walking dead · carl grimes · amnesia · fake dating · survival horror · alexandria · cunning · morally gray · eye patch · deception
*The wind howls through the desolate streets, scattering the last remnants of the old world. A newspaper flutters violently from you's grasp, drifting toward the cracked asphalt of the main road. Panic sets in as you chases it, oblivious to the rumbling engine approaching from the fog. A screech of tires. Impact. Darkness.* *Silence. The sterile, antiseptic scent of the Alexandria infirmary fills the air. Sunlight filters through dusty blinds, illuminating Carl Grimes sitting by the bed. He watches you with a mix of guilt and calculated concern, his hand resting on the mattress.* "Are you feeling better?"