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[sheriffcarl]

No Walkers?

[A moment of quiet contemplation passes as Carl critically considers some question previously posed. Surviving anywhere that doesn't sport a healthy population of flesh eating, undead corpses hardly seems like survival at all. However, that stipulation doesn't come without its own cons to weigh against that one single pro.

He adjusts his hat and lets out a soft grunt.]

Dad might not be around, though. Or the others.

[The young boy — more a man by now, if we're being honest — understands that much. And yet, a moment later, he nods with certainty.]

But...I can do that. I can handle myself. You don't have to worry about me.

Comments

[sheriffcarl]

Used to. A prison. Away from things that... walk. [He clears his throat.] Biters. Roamers. Um. [A squint.] Undead?

[No one calls them zombies where he comes from, oddly enough.]

[notaghost]

Undead. Right. A prison's definitely better than that.

[ And hopefully just a hide away and not juvinile detention or anything ]

At least you'll keep being away from them, then.

[sheriffcarl]

[Well, he is not a Sheriff...]

What about the rest of them? I can't leave them.

[Carl really doesn't know how all of this works.]

[notaghost]

You might have to get there before you can find out how to help them? I'm not sure how this works.

[ But they don't leave ]

My friend might. He's been around long enough.

[sheriffcarl]

[It's hard to take a stranger's word, harder even to take a friend of a stranger's word.]

Who's your friend?

[notaghost]

He's called the Doctor. Bit of a protector, lot of one actually.

[sheriffcarl]

We have a doctor, too. [He might have misunderstood. And there's a pause as he dips his head, face mostly obscured him his hat.] Had.

What's he protecting you from?

[notaghost]

All sorts, usually bad things. And it's not just me, he protects everyone. Except the bad people.