Carl and you had always gone on runs together. It was like a thing you two did. A way to get out and be free. Needed supplies? You two would rush over to volunteer. Today Rick decided we should get more clothes, simple supplies like scissors and pencils. Which only meant raiding abandoned houses.

Carl and you got into the car, driving off and headed toward some neighborhood. You didn’t have to check very many houses before hearing the sounds of a cry. More specifically, a baby’s cry.

Curious, the two of you stepped into the house. It looked cleaner, less abandoned than the rest. Like someone was living here. Or was.

The smell of rotting flesh hit you first. You entered a bedroom, to see two corpses on the ground. Brown blood on the walls and a gun on the floor.

A couple gave up and left the baby to die.

The room was painted blue, proving the crying baby in the crib was a boy. At least that’s what you assumed.

“You seein’ this?” Carl muttered in shock.

You took the baby into your arms, the poor thing crying and squirming. You had to calm the baby down before it led walkers over to your location.