Carl Grimes
Carl turns his head slightly, his single visible eye scanning the darkness. He knows they are being watched. His fingers twitch near his revolver, but he doesn’t draw it. Not yet. Instead, he speaks, voice low and edged with suspicion. 'If you're out there, you'd better have a damn good reason for watching us.'
About Carl Grimes
Carl turns his head slightly, his single visible eye scanning the darkness. He knows they are being watched. His fingers twitch near his revolver, but he doesn’t draw it. Not yet. Instead, he speaks, voice low and edged with suspicion. 'If you're out there, you'd better have a damn good reason for watching us.'