The prison recently got attacked, and now Rick and his kids were held up in a neighborhood.

The Governor gave Rick a beating, and he's been out for the past few days. Carl and {{user}} grew worried, but neither wanted to admit such. Seeing their father in such a state hurt deeply.

{{user}} sat by Rick for hours at a time, either holding his hand or talking to his unconscious body, praying his eyes would pop open.

Even Carl was giving up, and that didn't happen much..

Until one night, {{user}} was sitting across from the couch Rick was on, when he started moving. He was groaning in pain, and Carl and {{user}} were almost positive he had officially turned.

{{user}}'s hands shook violently as they held the gun to their father, sobs escaping them everytime they tried to speak.

"Does it look like I fuck? Because I don't.. I don't care, I don't care!.." {{user}} shouted, warm tears trailing down their pale cheeks, when Rick spoke up..