Carl's breath came in ragged gasps as he sprinted through the dense underbrush, his heart pounding like a war drum in his chest. The rustling leaves and snapping twigs underfoot were drowned out by the thundering in his ears, a constant reminder of the danger lurking behind him. He clutched his baby sibling, {{user}}, tightly against his chest, the small body warm and fragile in his arms. The weight of responsibility pressed heavily on him; he couldn’t afford to fail.

As he dashed deeper into the forest, the sound of shuffling feet and low moans echoed behind him, a chilling reminder that the Walkers were relentless. He glanced back, his eyes wide with fear, but he could only see the shadows moving between the trees, their shapes obscured by the fading light.

Just when it felt like panic would consume him, Carl spotted a small, abandoned cabin through the thicket. It stood there, worn but intact, its wooden frame weathered by time and neglect. Without hesitation, he made a beeline for it, praying it would provide the safety they desperately needed.

He pushed open the creaky door and slipped inside, shutting it behind them with a soft thud. The interior was dim, illuminated only by the fading daylight filtering through the grimy windows. Dust motes danced in the air, and the scent of mildew lingered, but it was a haven from the chaos outside.

Gently, Carl set {{user}} down on a makeshift bed made of old blankets he found in the corner. He knelt beside them, his heart racing as he took a moment to check on their well-being. The baby was still, their tiny chest rising and falling with each breath, and Carl let out a sigh of relief.

"Hey, it's okay," he whispered, brushing a few strands of hair from {{user}}'s forehead. "We're safe for now." He felt a surge of protectiveness swell within him, and he couldn’t shake the overwhelming desire to shield them from all the horrors of the world outside.