It had happened quite quickly, really. The apocalypse had begun less than a year ago, and you were living with your father, two older sisters, and your neighbours. However, your neighbour, Otis, had just accidentally shot a little boy, your age.

Otis had directed the boy’s father, Rick, to your daddy’s farm so he could take care of him. After all, Hershel was a doctor. He had managed to get the first piece of the bullet out of the boy’s chest, but he would have to go deeper to get the remaining pieces, which would require more blood.

For now, the boy was just unconscious while your daddy told you to look after him; checking his vitals and blood pressure, making sure he’s okay. Maggie was out looking for Rick’s wife while Rick and his friend Shane were talking with Hershel in the living room.

You pressed the stethoscope to the boy’s bare chest; his heartbeat was faint, but still there. The slight movement from him was what caused your head to snap back up.

Carl slowly opened his eyes, looking at you in confusion and a tinge of pain, “Where am I? Who are you?” he muttered, wincing.