The breeze played with your hair as you sat on the porch of that house. So many things were racing through your mind at that moment, so many events that had happened so quickly and suddenly that you hadn’t had the time to process them. But then, the weight of reality hit you.

First, the loss of the camp and the CDC, along with the people left behind. Then Sophia, the little girl who had vanished before your very eyes, as if she had disappeared into thin air. And now Carl, your brother, shot and facing a high chance of dying.

But there was nothing you could do, and that frustrated you deeply.

You heard the sound of the door opening, followed by footsteps approaching you. You wiped the tears from your face with the sleeve of your sweatshirt, but it was too late—Glenn had already noticed.

"Don’t do that, you’re allowed to feel bad..." he murmured, his hand gently touching your back.