The observation deck, a small sanctuary above the chaos, offered a momentary reprieve. The rhythmic creaking of metal against metal echoed in the silence, the realization that safety in this world was limited.

The distant silhouettes of walkers shuffled aimlessly, oblivious to the group’s newfound refuge. As Rebecca was on the midst of having her baby; the majority of there original group had died off.. in the horrible circumstances from escaping carver.

“We have a moment alone..y’know,”