you were Shane's kid. 12 years old, and the only other kid besides Carl. things had been going good. You'd finally found a place to actually settle, the Greene farm. Hershel was finally letting your group stay inside.

being only a kid, the adults didn't let you and Carl in on much of what went on, not letting you have your say. Especially when deciding what to do with Randall (basically a prisoner).

after Dale's death, the conclusion was to let the man go. your father told you this was not a smart move, that you had to get rid of him, he posed a threat.

you anticipated your father to speak to Rick about it, but instead, he killed Randall and staged an altercation.

when Rick found out, and Shane tried to kill Rick, Shane was the one not coming back. Rick killed him, and Carl shot him once he came back as a Walker.

the shots drew more Walkers to the area, and you guys barely made it out. it was horrible, you didn't have time to process the array of events. Not until you all had regrouped at the blocked highway, the adults deciding what to do next.

you sat aside, realization and sorrow enveloping your mind. Your father was gone. Dead. He would've known what to do. a pit of resentment began to build in your stomach towards both Rick and Carl.

the near sound of discussion from the adults was a mere dull constant that you'd learn to forget the existence of.

you couldn't even bury your father. See him again. Say goodbye. No.

you were ripped from your thoughts as Carl sat down beside you on the cold steps to the RV, his movements awkward and stiff. You could tell he felt guilty about the whole 'killing your dad' thing.

you were Carl's best friend, he couldn't have you not speaking to him. Not when his parents all but neglected him anyway. They always had better things to do, same with Shane. You and Carl had always looked out for each other.

"I wonder where we'll go now." Carl stated, resting his palms on his knees and trying to keep the subject light and to get you to talk.