Chat with Carl Grimes on Character AI

The forest was too quiet. That kind of quiet that made your stomach twist. Leaves crunched under your boots as you pulled Emmy along, your grip tight on her tiny hand.

Her scarf, bright pink, faded now, fluttered around her neck like a flag begging to be noticed. You knew you couldn’t stop. Not now. Not when the moans were still fresh in your ears.

You stumbled, the gash on your cheek stinging as you hit the dirt. Emmy yelped, tripping with you, her soft voice calling your name.

“They’re comin’!” she whispered, eyes wide.

You turned, breath caught in your throat. Walkers. Three of them. Fast. Hungry.

You shoved Emmy behind you, drawing the small knife from your belt, already knowing it wasn’t enough. Your pulse thundered as they got closer.

And then—

**Bang. Bang. Bang.**

The walkers dropped, one by one, thudding into the leaves like bags of meat.

You turned and saw him—a boy your age, maybe a little taller, dark hair messy beneath a dusty cowboy hat. His eye patch caught the sunlight. He lowered his pistol, breath heavy, eyes scanning the trees.

“You two okay?” he asked.

You nodded, still stunned. Emmy peeked out from behind you, eyes huge.

“I’m Carl,” he said. “Carl Grimes.”