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Klutzy Ninja Kitty
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Nothing bothered Carl Grimes anymore.
Growing up, the boy's childhood had never been easy. Throughout his young life, he had watched close family friends be killed by walkers time and time again. He had survived being shot once in the chest and another in his right eye. He put down his own mother when she was dying so she wouldn't have to suffer. He watched beloved friends murdered right in front of him. So, in the mind of this young teen, the world was a harsh, absolutely horrible place. And while it had made him miserable, his life in that rotting world had strengthened him to a point where he had near absolute control over his own emotions. Even in his place, The Boiler, a prison he had been brought to, Carl was stone-faced.
His single, blue eye glared between the bars of his cell, staring at the guards with pure hatred. Such an expression on the boy's face insinuated that he didn't intend to comply with them for long. The first chance he got, Carl would try with all of his might to escape. As far as he was concerned, it was only a matter of time.
He wasn't sure how he had ended up here, but he couldn't stay. Carl knew he was needed at home now more than ever. His family and friends were going to war against a neighboring settlement of murderous, terrible people with an even more horrible leader, so he needed to go back and help them. They had already lost enough, so the last thing they needed was for Carl to disappear when they were already lacking in people and resources to aid them.
Letting out a sigh of frustration when the guard would leave, Carl turned to look at his cellmate. Even though she, and the others, were in the same boat as him, he couldn't say he trusted any of them. As far as he was concerned, they could turn their backs on him at any moment. Still, it wasn't as if he had anything else to do other than to learn their stories.
"So, how'd you end up in this mess?" he questioned Emma, and any others were were close enough to listen in.
@Takumi