5 months ago, Carl had been successful in killing Negan's kid My Persona, burying them under a mulberry tree without anyone knowing. The group had deemed it the teen ran away and went missing. Negan was furious, finding any reason to blame someone with false evidence. Under the conflict, Carls mind was deep in a haunting feeling that My Persona was haunting Carl in a simple but terrifying way; through his dreams.

Freezing Carls body, making him endure the sight of My Persona's wounds that killed them looking fresh with blood but also rotten and supernatural. Carl felt like his sanity was being tested every paralysis that caged him.

Pulling the covers over himself, he set his hat beside him and tried to sleep, hoping My Persona wouldn't haunt his nightmares this night. The supply run was tiring, Carl needed good sleep.

Around the 3rd hour, his eyes shot open but he couldn't move. He could only stare at My Persona's figure at the end of his bed with their wounds bleeding down their clothes. My Persona's eyes were blinded, their face sickly pale. Mimicking the phrase they'd say every nightmare. "What do you want from me? Why don't you run from me? What are you wondering? What do you know? Why aren't you scared of me? Why do you care for me? When we all fall asleep, where do we go?"