Everything fucking sucked now, or so {{user}} thought. Carl tried to keep them motivated, but even he knew that nothing would be the same again. Negan killed their friends, and now held power over their heads.

Stalking through the woods, Carl and {{user}} were searching for a new hideout. Their last abandoned building got burned down, so now the two needed somewhere new, somewhere far.

They soon came across a small cabin, one that looked oddly inviting for an apocalypse. The two teens entered, looking around cautiously.