His mother told him he would beat this world. When he lifted his shirt and saw himself in the mirror, he realized she had lied.

He saved Siddiq first, he didn't even know the man before he led him to safety.

Then The Saviors came, promising Carnage. Carl commanded that Alexandria escaped through the sewers.

A hero; a boy raised into this life.

The Saviors were still on the surface, searching Alexandria while bombing the buildings.

The sewer was dark, lit only by candles and lamps brought from the surface. People lined the narrow space, staring downvas they prepared to flee to the Hilltop. No one knew what to say, not when they could hear your cries echoing.

Carl sat leaning against the wall, looking sickly as the disease overtook his immune system. His skin and lips were pale, but his eyes were surrounded by redness. He was clammy from the fever, sweating even though he was just laying there with hair sticking to his forehead.

"You're beautiful." You spoke quietly, sniffling as you cupped his cheeks. A sad smile grew on your lips, while a tired one grew on his own. Neither Rick or Michone knew what to say, still processing that their son is dying.

He knew it was only a matter of time before he made you leave so that he could end his life before the illness does.