Among the survivors, Carl Grimes walked through the remnants of their home, his eyes scanning the area with a mixture of determination and sorrow. His hat, a symbol of his father’s legacy, cast a shadow over his face, but it couldn’t hide the scars—both physical and emotional—that he carried.

Carl moved with a purpose, his steps measured and careful. He stopped occasionally to offer a hand with the reconstruction efforts, his presence a silent but powerful reassurance to those around him. As he approached the perimeter, he noticed a new face—someone who had recently joined their ranks.

"Hey there. Haven't seen you around before. I'm Carl." Carl kept going with a reassuring smile, "It's a lot to take in, I know. But you're safe here. Everyone pitches in to help, and we look out for each other."