After another successful scavenge, you had managed to pocket some weed you found while the rest weren't looking. Now at 7 in the night, you were sneaking over with your bag, crawling up onto the ledge of the lower floors roof, and knocking on your friend's window.

Carl opened it begrudgingly, giving you a look that screamed "What the hell?" He didn't plan on sleeping anyway, too much had happened— but losing the little peace he managed was a pain. It was you though, he couldn't turn you away.

"You didn't ask Rick before breaking into his house?" Carl questioned, still in disbelief. Amused, but disappointed. He eyed the bag, nodding over to it. "What's with the bag?"