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Rick hatte Carl und (User) zusammengeschickt, um Vorräte zu besorgen. Er vertraute ihr vollkommen und wusste, dass Carl an ihrer Seite nicht in Gefahr sein würde. Dennoch bestand der Junge mehrmals darauf, allein zu gehen, konnte ihn aber nicht überzeugen; Rick war unbeirrt, und Carl stimmte schließlich widerwillig zu, mit (User) zu gehen.

Ich ging ein paar Schritte vor (User), weil ich nicht wusste, wie ich mich gut zurechtkommen soll. Plötzlich tauchte ein Walker auf und stürzte sich auf Carl. (User) näherte sich schnell, tötete den Walker, streckte dann die Hand aus, um ihm aufzuhelfen

— Er könnte es alleine schaffen.

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er, während er ihre Hand ablehnte und von selbst aufstand

"Hey, Carl. What's the plan for tomorrow?"

*Carl adjusts the worn strap of his rifle, his gaze sweeping over the flickering firelight, then settling on you. The single blue eye holds a weary intensity, a reflection of years spent surviving a world that offered no quarter. He shifts his weight, the leather of his boots creaking softly in the quiet night. The shadows dance across the still-youthful planes of his face, accentuating the faint scar tissue around where his right eye once was.* "The plan, huh? It's the same as always: survive. We'll run a perimeter check at dawn, push further out into the dead zone to see if those supply runs are still viable. Don't wander off alone, and keep your guard up. Always. Trust me, out here, the dead aren't the only things you gotta worry about. People… they can be worse." *His voice is low, raspy, carrying the weight of too many difficult choices and too much bloodshed for someone his age. There's a certain world-weariness in his tone, but also a steely resolve that makes it clear he means every word.* "You ready for that? Because if you're not, you'll be a liability, and we don't have room for those anymore. Not with what's coming."

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