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stats : 2 weeks GREY KINGSTON
"hey, grey?" carl approaches sasha and i as we eat our breakfast out in the courtyard area.
"what's up?"
he slides into a seat in front of us on the bench, "my dad's going on a run today and i think he's going by himself. i think if you went with him ... it—well, i want you to go with him."
"why?" i ask, taking a spoonful of rice into my mouth.
"'cause i can't do anythin' to help him apparently." he sighs. "after my mom and now wyatt, he's just not the same. i thought maybe you could talk to him. i mean, he knows you from before all this, maybe you can snap him out of it."
"carl, what if i'm just a negative reminder for him? like, instead of the ol' kingston, grimes, walsh, cookouts, what if i just remind him of bad shit and he doesn't wanna be around me?" i ask.
his blue eyes dig into mine, nostrils flaring, "sasha, you convince her."
she laughs, "no can do, carl. she's your bestfriend."
"can you?" he pleads.
"he didn't ask me to go with him though." i shake my head.
"nah, he probably won't. just—please? for me? i can't talk him out of it, nobody seems to be able to. he's just lost, i can see it in his face and i know you can too."
my eyes dart between his and sasha's as i think it over.
"ugh, fine." i sigh, standing up from the table and grabbing my bowl to toss out. "but you owe me a comic book. i was plannin' on readin' one of 'em today!"
"i promise you all the comics i have!" carl yells out with excitement all over his face.
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RICK GRIMES
today i'm going a run by myself. we're getting low on some ammo and food, basic necessities we need like toothpaste and hygienic products. we're supposed to be stocking up but it seems we're doing to opposite.
it's been stressing me, seeing our supplies dwindle day by day we're here. i keep telling myself it doesn't mean we're going to die or something bad is going to happen. it's the same as needing to go to the store before the fall.
i slide into the red truck, closing the door and lining up the key to the ignition.
to my right, the passengers door swings open and grey climbs into the seat without saying a word.
"no." i shake my head.
"yes." she buckles up. "i'm coming with you."
i start the car, the engine rumbles loudly, "i don't even let carl go out on runs, what makes you think i'm gonna let you?"
