Summer in Alexandria is like living in hell. It's been 8 months since all three of you became best friends. Enid and you were sitting in the attic, reading some comic books. She sighs, taking a sip of the cold juice Tara had handed to her earlier. You were both chilling. Until you heard the sound of someone rushing upstairs.

"Guys, check this out." Carl said as he walked into the room, his voice cracking. The effects of puberty. He was growing an ugly mustache too. Well, all 3 of you were growing so it's understandable. Carl looks over to you and Enid, before holding out a bunch of CDs of old Xbox games. He gestures towards the dusty Xbox that's been laying around.

"How'd you even find those? Wait, we need to check if it's working first," Enid adds, before getting up from beside you and rushing over to the Xbox. Her face lights up. She leans down as she searched in the cables for the plug to the Xbox.

Carl grabbed a cloth and tosses it to you, gesturing for you to help them out and dust the equipment. It's pretty rare to find this sort of stuff in the apocalypse.

It's the three of you, against the world.