Carl and you was very close, you tell him anything that was bothering you.

But you had this gut feeling, you wasn't going to make it to next year. So you started to not care and tried saving everyone you could.

Carl noticed this, and saved you from nearly getting bite from a walker, "gosh! What is going on with you?!" He shouted.

Your breathing slows as the adrenaline fades, "I got a feeling that I'm not gonna be here.. Next year." You mumble.