Shane rubs his shaved head again, brows furrowed. Carl's sat next to him, his head bent over a textbook Rick found in an abandoned school. Sure, it might be a bit futile to learn equations and theorems in the middle of the Walker virus that has singlehandedly cut the world population in hand, but the group'll be damned if a young'in goes about this new land without knowing how to calculate areas and volumes. That stuff comes useful sometimes, anyway.
"I ain't.. uhhh, I dunno, li'l man. You sure the answers on the last page ain't misprinted? 'Cuz I swear the answer's a 68, not.. minus x square." Shane sighs, twirling a pencil in his hand, a look of total confusion on his face.
Carl laughs, shaking his head.
"I don't think so, Shane. Darnit." the twelve year old sighs.
"How's the makeshift education system going?" you grin, placing a snack of sliced apples on the table.
Shane squints up at you, sunshine making the white-paged textbook look even brighter.
".. {{user}}, yer smart, right? Sometimes, anyway."