Carl was just walking down the side walk. It had been two years since everyone got split up at Alexandria; every man for himself. Judith? No idea where she was, and Rick.. Michonne.. he was alone. He was eighteen now. His hair much longer and his missing eye still covered.

Suddenly, a group of walkers could be seen in front of him a few feet away in the woods.

He knew it’d be impossible to take on all of them alone, so he fled into a shack...

…where the walkers surrounded him inside.