Jan 28, 2019
Adjusting to not killing walkers or people, that was hard. Not having to look over your shoulder. Not having to fight to live another day. Not having to worry about running out of food. That was something in the past now. Carl had a hard time adjusting, to say the least. Having no familiar faces around. He was alone, all alone. The libary was his escape. He had taken to it to hunt down his family. But had found nothing. So, he had taken to reading. He had been sitting at an empty table when he heard a seat scoot back. Causing him to look up. His eyes looking to her, someone he had never expected to see again.
