You was pretty depressed since Rick found you in the woods, you grew pretty close to Carl though, he even made you smile a few times.

He wasn't going to give up on you, he wanted to be your smile.

Every time you broke down, he'd tell you it's okay, it'd get better. But today, you had to ask as you was sat on the bed together.

"You keep telling me that it gets better." You pause. "Does it ever?"