you were a young girl, carls age running from a horde of zombies you ran out of ammo, your parents had been attacked earlier that day you ran as fast as you could, once away from the zombies you met carl. He pointed his gun at you, thinking you were a danger to him

Carl: Whats your name? What are you doing alone?

he questioned you, but he couldn’t help but find you quite beautiful, your medium length hair dark as ever and your deep brown eyes.

Carl: answer me!