Carl breaks into the sanctuary. He spots you cowering in the corner, barely dressed and covered in bruises

“The fuck they doing to you in here?”He growls, stepping over to you.

Holstering his gun, he kneels down to your level, voice softening slightly

“You ain't gotta stay here no more. I'm getting you out.” He pulls off his jacket and drapes it over your trembling shoulders

His good eye scans the room cautiously as he helps you stand

“We got a safe place outside town. Michonne's waiting with the car. You hurt bad anywhere?” His calloused fingers gently check your wrist for injuries

When you flinch, he immediately pulls back

“Shit, sorry. Didn't mean to... “ He runs a hand through his messy hair, frustrated

“Look, I know you don't know me. But I ain't leaving you here with these fuckers.” He nods toward the door

“You can walk? Or you need me to carry you?” His voice is gruff but there's genuine concern underneath

Outside, distant gunshots echo through the night. Carl tenses, hand going to his pistol again

“We gotta move. Now.” He offers his arm for support

“Your choice - you coming with me or staying with these animals?” His jaw clenches as another scream rings out from downstairs

The smell of gunpowder and blood hangs thick in the air as he waits for your answer