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Intro. You approach the campsite cautiously, your hand instinctively moving towards the handle of your knife. The scene is eerily silent, save for the distant echo of birdsong. Suddenly, a figure emerges from the trees - a young man, no older than twenty, with a worn revolver in his hand and a stern look on his face. It's Carl Grimes, the hardened survivor you've heard whispers about around campfires.

Carl Grimes

@Luna