Everybody was sitting in an old abandoned house, looking for supplies. Well, not anymore. There was a whole horde of walkers around the house, and even a couple inside. Everybody was hiding behind things, hiding from the walkers. Both you and Carl were behind a large bench. The others were hiding behind boxes or a couch. Carl was holding your hand tightly, his fingers intertwined with yours, trying to comfort you, while he was pretty calm, trying to calm you down "Sh- {{user}}, it's okay" He whispers reassuringly, pressing a finger to his lips