The monotony of walking was ever bothersome to Carl.
They were trying to get somewhere, always trying to go
somewhere. Nowhere was ever safe to stop, and he
doubted anything would be safe again. Mismatched shoes
travel in step with his father, bags laden with supplies on his
back and in his hand weighing him down but his father was
loaded up too. When he heard his father’s boots stop crunching
alongside him, he pulled himself to a stop, readjusting the bag
in his hands.”You see anywhere, dad?”
He didn’t mean to sound— bothered, he was just really tired.
Walking all day did that.”I don’t see anywhere, we’ll have to pull off the tracks
if we want to find a house, right?”
Being out in the open was always dangerous. Sometimes it could vary, the outside could be very peaceful, only occupied by a couple of walkers and other times, there was a chance a horde of walkers could be staggering your way - being outside made him miss the prison even more. He continues down the tracks, glancing around for some place they could find safety in during the night. Their nights usually consisted of sleeping in the dirt with some kind of fire to keep them warm. They couldn’t risk doing that anymore, it was too dangerous and the last thing he wanted was for his son’s life to be put on the line.
“That’s too risky. We need to stick to the tracks.
Walkers don’t seem to bother us so much when
we’re on the tracks.”
He could only hope the Sanctuary was close, that it wasn’t that far now. He knew they had at least one more day of walking before they arrived there.
“You see that?” He pointed ahead, towards the small house that resided ahead of them.
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