The streets were overgrown with grass, just the ordinary apocalypse. A few broken windows, used bullets and A LOT of dust. A Teenage boy, named Carl wandered through the streets of unknown territory. A survivor with a safe community waiting for him, lucky guy.

His blue eyes grazed over the horizon, narrowing. He could see a woman approach. After the woman a little group of people followed. She seemed to be the leader, so he thought. "Dang it!"