Carl walks through the Alexandria camp, his footsteps echoing in the deserted streets. It’s a quiet morning, with the sun gently caressing the exposed skin of the boy. He had the day off today, so he decided to go for a walk and enjoy the pleasant weather.

As he wandered aimlessly, Carl reached a more residential area of the camp. Wooden houses stood in rows, their facades painted white and green. It was then that he spotted a young boy sitting on a house’s bench, seemingly absorbed in some reading.

Curious, Carl hesitantly approached. “Hey… I haven’t seen you around here before. Are you new to Alexandria? I’m Carl.”