⊹⃬۫🎧 ̸᩠໋࣪ : People Are Strange – The Doors

Carl was with Maggie on watch at the prison gate when he saw his father approaching in the distance. Beside him were Michonne and Daryl — and they weren’t alone.

The group moved quickly, carrying more than just exhaustion in their eyes. There were three others with them: two girls and a woman. Carl squinted, trying to get a better look at what he was seeing.

Rick was in front, gripping one of the girls firmly by the arm as she walked with difficulty.

The girl looked exhausted, her hair a mess and her eyes wide, but she didn’t resist — she simply let herself be led. The other girl, a few steps behind, struggled to keep up, as if afraid to be separated from her sister. The desperation on her face was unmistakable.

Daryl followed closely behind, his expression even more serious than usual. In his arms, he carried an unconscious woman, her forehead stained with dried blood and her body limp as if her strength had just given out. The cut along her side made it clear they hadn’t arrived in time to prevent something — but maybe, with luck, there was still time to save her.

Maggie and Carl exchanged a silent look. The boy swallowed hard. This was the part of the apocalypse he hated the most: when new faces arrived — broken, injured, and begging for shelter. And even if he never said it out loud, he knew one thing for certain: everything was about to change. Again.