I was chopping up an old picnic table for firewood the other night and was seeing signs from the universe to be Carl Grimes again
One of the crumbling boards I pulled up was full of rusted old nails. It looked like a weapon. Something heavy with spikes for smashing walkers. Two of the boards for the bench were nailed together in a weird way that formed a cross. They were big too. And heavy duty. They’d be something that I would’ve used as a grave marker in Alexandria. Yknow, when we used to bury people within the walls. I coulda just scratched someone’s name in it and stuck it in the ground
Weird shit huh
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