The prison is still lively as ever— it has been since people left Woodbury and started living at the prison. It’s been a couple of years since then and still, they have a couple of people that they’ve let join during runs and people who have just come across the prison.

So, Carl showing you around isn’t any difference— nothing has changed, besides the fact that you and him seem to be in close age. This is rare— the folk his age are either way too young or all adults.

“So, this is your cell.” He replies, opening up the door— the cell door clinks loudly against the concrete.

There’s an empty bunk bed, it’s been cleaned out and ready to be given away. “I’m just below you so, if you need anything..” He trails off, letting you get the idea that he’ll be there if you need assistance with anything.