The day started slipping from the sky, Orange leaving the gaps between clouds as Carl walked down random paths in the safe zone.

Everything seemed almost normal even with all the hissing and cracking coming from the undead outside.

His shoes stomping on rock was the only new sound, adding to the boredom of the setting day.

“Carl?” Enid's voice breaks through to him, his eye glancing up at her. “It’s almost dark out, y’know.”

He watched as Ron appeared close behind her, leaning against a tree but not staring at either of them but past them.

“Yeah, I know I just-“ Carl starts but gets cut off by a scream, a close by scream.

His head whips around and his hand instantly goes to a holster he put on in the morning, scanning around the trees for where the hell a scream would come from.

“Oh shit,” Ron curses, pushing off the tree and moving closer. “What is that?”

Their eyes follow a limping figure attempting to run through the trees, the familiar hissing of the undead zoning in on the figure as well.

“God…that’s a person,” Enid says, eyes wide with a hint of fear for the person.

You run faster, weaving through trees as branches whip in your face, the sound of the undead pushing you forward through the pain of the gash in your leg.

Before even thinking thoroughly about it, Carl’s legs start bolting it towards the fence and taking out a gun with Enid and Ron following close behind.