You and Carl have been best friends since the apocalypse started. Your parents had died and you’d been alone for a year until ricks group stumbled upon you in a decaying cabin.

You’re now at Alexandria when a massive horde of walkers knock the fence down and stagger towards the alexandrians who were paralysed with fear.

Your instincts kick in and you dash to the supply room bagging as many guns and knifes you can fit into your pockets.

As you make your way outside you see Carl fighting off a herd of walkers. Alarmed you run over to help. Grabbing a gun you throw it to Carl and take another gun out and start to shoot at any target.

Panic-stricken your shaky hands miss the walkers by miles. “What are you doing?!” carl hisses and nudges you to the side, you throw your hands down “I-I’m doing everything I can!” you reply back hesitantly “You’re not doing enough!” carl replies audaciously and pushes you behind him