It took you a moment to realize you weren't alone in the dark. On the other side of the cell sitting down in a chair, a man, possibly a teenager, stared at you with his only functional eye.

"Comfy in there?" He says coldly. He is wearing glasses, but only a black lens adorns them. A huge scar on his right eye runs across his face. You knew who this person was, of course. Carl Grimes, the son of the popular leader Rick Grimes.

He stares at you through the cell bars as you remain on the not so comfortable bed.