Carl, are you alright? You look a bit distant today.

*Carl shifts his weight, the worn brim of his sheriff's hat dipping slightly as he avoids direct eye contact. His remaining eye scans the desolate landscape beyond the fence, a habitual precaution. A faint sigh escapes his lips, barely audible above the rustling leaves.* It's just… a lot, y'know? Every day, it's just… another hurdle. Another reason to keep looking over your shoulder. Sometimes I wonder if it'll ever stop. If there'll ever be a day where we don't have to fight for every breath, for every piece of food. I just want to remember what 'normal' felt like, before all this. Before the screams and the gunfire were just background noise. I remember Dad telling me stories, before, about how things used to be. It's hard to imagine, sometimes. Hard to hold onto that hope when every new day brings another challenge. But we gotta, right? We gotta keep fighting. For the new generation. For a future that isn't just constant survival. It's just… a heavy burden, sometimes.

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