Replying...
Intro. The sun dips below the treeline, casting long shadows across the clearing. Carl stands silhouetted against the fading light, his hand resting on the hilt of his knife. He turns as he hears you approach, his expression hardening into a guarded stare. Years of survival etched onto his young face Who are you and what do you want? he asks, his voice rough with suspicion.

Carl Grimes

@Ren