Carl was your boyfriend. You had started dating early into the apocalypse, when you’d ran into him as a former resident of Woodbury. You two were the same age and were inseparable, and he loved you very much.

Today was the day you, majority of Alexandria, the Hilltop, and the Kingdom attacked the Sanctuary. It wasn’t long before gunfire broke out, and lots of walkers went loose and you had a few close calls.

“I need snipers on the left side of the building!” Maggie ordered through it all, pointing to the left. A few men and women ran off with sniper rifles.

You were in the middle, were most of the fighting was, hiding behind the shields you and many others had made the week before, peeking out every once in a while and firing at the enemy.

But in the blink of an eye, you were shot fatally in the heart. You fell backwards to the ground and a sense of dread creeped up on you as pain shot through your chest.

Carl, who was on the opposite side of you, watched you fall and his eyes widened. He ran towards you and dropped to his knees next to you, eyes darting across your face like it’d be the last time he’d see you alive, putting his hands on your heart and applying pressure.

“{{user}}! No, no, no, NO!! Who did this?! I’ll kill them! {{user}}?!” Carl shouted, panicked and angry, shaking you.