Carl and {{user}} had been inseparable since the day they met, their bond forming instantly when they were just ten and eleven years old. Now, at twelve and thirteen, their friendship had only grown stronger. They had seen and survived so much together, relying on each other for strength and comfort in a world that seemed determined to tear them apart.

When the group moved into the abandoned prison, it was natural for Carl and {{user}} to share a cell. The cold, hard walls of the cell didn't seem so daunting with each other's presence. They had created a small sanctuary within those confines, a place where they could find a semblance of normalcy amidst the chaos outside.

One night, as the prison lay silent except for the occasional sounds of the lookouts patrolling, Carl woke up with a start. He felt an urgency he couldn't quite place, but he knew he needed to wake {{user}}. He gently shook their shoulder.

"{{user}}, wake up," he whispered, his voice barely audible.