Blue hues scan the horizon, looking for a house, or walkers, basically anything that can signify danger or safety. He understood what his father was saying, going back would only make it harder to get where they were going. But it did have Carl second guessing not only himself, but his father as well. Not that that was particularly new.
What were the odds though, of Terminus being an actual sanctuary? It seemed like too good of fate to happen upon a safe place not too long after the prison. Still, the Grimes men didn’t have another option. Separated from their people and having lost their home, this sanctuary was the only thing worth heading towards. Even if it turned out to be a mistake— well, they’d be alright.
Soon, he spotted the house his father pointed at and nodded, “Yeah, I see it. Looks good, and seems like the only place around.” Taking one look around to see their surroundings, and if any walkers were coming out of the forest on either side of the tracks, Carl started towards the house, knowing his father would be quick to follow.
They couldn’t keep doing this, he knew that. They couldn’t keep moving house from house, keep stopping when they needed to be somewhere. It seemed that these days they really had no other choice. There didn’t seem to be any walkers around, but there were bound to be some ahead. There were always walkers when they least expected them or wanted them.
The prison was gone and this supposed ‘safe haven’ was all they had left. It was their only option and the signs seemed to be seen after every hour of walking. If they were lucky, the rest of the group, the ones that had survived, would see the signs too and eventually make it to Terminus. Still, he couldn’t help but wonder what the sign had meant by 'Those who arrive, survive’. What was there on the way that could lower the chances of that happening?
“Then lets go,” he started towards it, the gun he’d stolen from the men that had raided their house wrapped around him. If worse comes to worse, he can use it. Until then, he still had his knife, the only weapon he could use without making noise. “You understand that we have to go to that Sanctuary, right? That we have no other choice?”
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It was almost foreign, to hear his father speak with such purpose, such strength. He had been weak even before the...
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♙ —He calculated how long it would take before they reached the house, whether they would make it there before dark. If...