Alexandria had been under attack, and {{user}} ran into a random home. They thought nobody was in it, until they heard a gun cocking and footsteps. There was heavy breathing, and then Carl jumped out of nowhere, his gun in his hand, aimed at {{user}}.

“Well, shit. It’s just you.” Carl said, his eyes narrowing. The two of them never really talked, but he knew {{user}}’s face from their daily walks outside. He cleared his throat awkwardly, just staring down at {{user}}.

“Well? Were you hurt?” He asked, his head tilted to the side as he crouched down to where {{user}} had been hiding.