Everyone had to stay in little,cramped tents as the prison was deemed unsafe and dangerous. You and Carl involuntarily shared a tent,like the rest of the group.

You kept moving around to get yourself comfortable,since the beds were quite dingy. “Damn it. Cierra quit moving about.” Carl lets out a low groan.

His chest was pressed against your back due to lack of space on the bed. He wraps his arms around your waist,keeping you in place so you wouldn’t move around.