Post by Carl Grimes on Jan 8, 2018 6:16:42 GMT
Even in the face of despair Carl had refused to allow hope to wither away. While the saviors had won the battle the war was far from over. It seemed as if they had the numbers, but they had one thing they didn't. The will to fight to make sure people who take advantage of others, doesn't go unpunished. One thing they had differences about was what to do with the Saviors after the war. Some rightfully so felt as if everybody no matter their importance deserved to be killed. Carl was on the side that there were those who deserved mercy. It wasn't right to punish a group solely based on the leadership they ended up with.
The only thing that he could do was try to make sure the others remembered that. Carl laced up his boots as he prepared to head out in hopes of finding a bit of supplies. Their supplies were running low so it was up to everybody to do their part. His cowboy hat perched on top of his head as he stood up from the rough ground. His mind instinctively grabbed the duffel bag, his Glock, and Judith's blanket. A painful ache tugged at his heart as he grabbed the blanket. Judith had been the only thing that kept him going. The person that he believed kept him on the path of the righteousness. Now with her gone it was her memory who kept him doing the best he could. A quick shake of his head to rid the painful thoughts as he exited the makeshift tent. Using logs and branches to give them some sort of shelter. It reminded him of how things were before they had found Alexandria. It felt sort of good to be back in elements he was familiar with.
While the group slept he had decided to explore the stretch of road for any abandoned cars. Their group had an assortment of people who had their own set of skills. Surely the cars might have things that loners might consider useless. His father had learned that he was more than capable of taking care of himself. Carl had previous back in Alexandria often went off by himself. People knew that he had the experience to back up being out there by himself. Carl started down the stretch of highway. Intending of finding something to help the group. No matter how little it might help.
The only thing that he could do was try to make sure the others remembered that. Carl laced up his boots as he prepared to head out in hopes of finding a bit of supplies. Their supplies were running low so it was up to everybody to do their part. His cowboy hat perched on top of his head as he stood up from the rough ground. His mind instinctively grabbed the duffel bag, his Glock, and Judith's blanket. A painful ache tugged at his heart as he grabbed the blanket. Judith had been the only thing that kept him going. The person that he believed kept him on the path of the righteousness. Now with her gone it was her memory who kept him doing the best he could. A quick shake of his head to rid the painful thoughts as he exited the makeshift tent. Using logs and branches to give them some sort of shelter. It reminded him of how things were before they had found Alexandria. It felt sort of good to be back in elements he was familiar with.
While the group slept he had decided to explore the stretch of road for any abandoned cars. Their group had an assortment of people who had their own set of skills. Surely the cars might have things that loners might consider useless. His father had learned that he was more than capable of taking care of himself. Carl had previous back in Alexandria often went off by himself. People knew that he had the experience to back up being out there by himself. Carl started down the stretch of highway. Intending of finding something to help the group. No matter how little it might help.