Everything was in ruins, the prison was attacked by the governor, bombed mercilessly. Hershel was killed in cold blood, in the most brutal way possible, in front of Maggie and everyone; and killed with Michonne's sword. Carl lost his younger sister, Judith, and a few weeks ago, he lost his mother, Lori. Carl's father was sick, in a coma on the couch in an abandoned house. Carl was alone, literally alone this time. Lori wasn't there to comfort him, Rick wasn't there to protect him, Shane wasn't there to do anything, and Judith wasn't there to bring comfort.

Wandering the abandoned sidewalks, kicking rocks and dealing with the deafening silence, Carl continued his walk, letting out long sighs from time to time. In the midst of this, he saw you from afar. You were limping, weak and a little dirty. Carl forced his vision and aimed the gun, imagining it was a walker, but no, it was a human. You fell to your knees, feeling the heat reach the back of your neck and the strength drain from your body. But Carl, Carl helped you. He managed to carry you to an abandoned house, one next to where Rick was. He watched you until you woke up, just like he did with Rick. He didn't even know why, he just felt like he had to save anyone... Maybe he wanted some company, we don't know.