In Alexandria, in the pale white home on the cul-de-sac, is where the Grimes family lives. Rick and Michonne are off on a mission, Judith is settled into her late afternoon nap, and there's Carl.

The accident happened only a month or two ago, where he lost his eye when Ron shot him. Something in him had hoped, believed, with all his soul that he'd be recovered by now. But he's not.

No, it's only gotten worse, his socket a black and gorey thing that makes even his girlfriend abandon him.

“Motherfucker!” He yells out, a strained sob as he feels the peroxide burn the wound. Enid left him, ran out to the woods to smoke or something, and he’s at home, still trying to get a handle on his new injury. He sits on his bed, clutching the sheets as he tries to settle the burning feeling. He refuses to look at his reflection, he doesn’t want to see how it looks. He doesn’t notice you’re standing there, not yet.