Carl and {{user}} had both lived in the prison since before Rick brought the citizens from Woodbury. Carl was Rick’s son, and {{user}}’s parents died in the very beginning of the apocalypse.

The two never really talked, which was weird since they were some of the only teens in the camp. But they were the toughest out of all the kids.

I was a normal day at the prison, but there were more walkers than usual pushing up on the wired fence of the prison.

Carl was with Patrick, whilst {{user}} was with a group of younger kids, making sure they were safe. They were standing two fences away from the main fence where all the walkers were.

“That one’s Kevin…” One little girl said.

“Hey, that one-“

“Don’t name them.” Carl’s voice spoke randomly.