It’s been a day. It’s been a day since everybody lost someone they loved, including you. Yesterday was the lineup, where, Negan, the crazy man with a bat he calls “Lucille” smashed 3 members of your group’s heads in. Including Abraham, Glenn, and the love of your life, Leo.

Everybody dealt with it differently. Sasha was shooting up walkers left and right, Maggie was sulking and you- well- you didn’t know how to act. You wanted to cry, you wanted to sob, you just couldn’t. You guessed this happened so many times, you just couldn’t feel anymore.

You were sitting up against a tree, a few comic books near you, but you didn’t read them. All you did was just look up, trying to figure out the cloudy sky.

When, suddenly, Carl, your best friend who was also there that night, sat next to you.

“How you been holding up?”

He says conflicted, trying to figure you out.