In the event of an Apocalyptic Love.

27 - Them.

We all sit at the back of the van on the floor and I scribble in the ground with a smile, gradually drawing Carl's hat because It's like my favorite thing for no reason. I giggle when I finish, going to take his hat to prepare but he swats my hand away.

"No touching." He says firmly. I jolt my hand back with a nod and massage the pain away.

"Ow. Damn." I mutter as I draw a bunch of stars. 

Sitting like a child on the ground with my tongue stuck out as I concentrate with a wide grin. I was trying to draw Carl. I sketch his medium-length hair with a sinister look below the hat. The make the head, drawing in weird derpy eyes, oddly good but derpy and uneven. I add his face and his hard to notice freckles, along with his nose. I laugh at the stupidly bad drawing of Carl sighing when I compose myself, I nudge Carl and he looks over at me, I tilt his vision towards the drawing and he laughs.

"I don't look THAT ugly, do I?" He says through his laughter.

"Ehhh... It's not accurate but.. You're still pretty ugly." I pat him on the back as he frowns. "Not ACTUALLY!" I look to see Daryl, Maggie, and Sasha walking back and wave. Sasha waves back, less energetic but still a wave.

We all proceed to get back on the van as Abraham starts it up. We begin driving, getting at least a mile, maybe a few miles out. The van begins sputtering and coughing, slowing down before coming to a stop.

"We're out. Just like the last one." Abraham says.

"Then we walk." Rick replies. 

We all open our doors in unison and get out of the cramp vehicle. With a discontented sigh I stretch and crack my knuckles. We begin walking down the silently empty road, not a single mention of zombies. At least not that I can hear. The pounding heat causing me to sweat and fan my face as we walk. I look to Carl, who seems to be handling the heat well.

"So, Carl, why so quiet all the time?" I ask with a soft smile.

"What's talking gonna do besides luring Zombies towards us." I nod at his statement.

"Yeah, but, communication is key, it keeps us safe, it helps us save one another." I reply, trying to see if he'll talk more.

"And I'll do that when needed but for now.. I'll stay quiet." He stares at the ground. I nod weakly, staring at the ground too as I fan myself.

"Please? Can you talk to me more?" I ask, not looking at him.

"I'm gonna head out." Daryl says, beginning to split off from the pack. "See what I can find."

"Hey. Don't be too long." Rick states

"I'll go with you." Carl says, trying to find an escape from the pointless walking, I hesitate to join before looking at Carl and deciding not too.

"I got it." Daryl replies, Carol shakes her head and follows him.

"You gonna stop me?" She asks either teasingly or angrily. I can't tell as we walk away. I catch up to Carl again.

"Found this when we were looking for water." I finally realize his voice is deeper, I grin. He had pulled out a green box.

"What is it?" Maggie asks.

"What she said." I say with a grin.

"I think it's used to play music. It's broken." He responds and I smile, peering over their shoulders to see the broken music box, which had opened to a fairy ballerina and a small mirror behind her. Maggie smiled and looked at Carl.

"Thanks, Carl." Maggie says solemnly.

"Thought you might like it." He says, matching her quiet tone. He speeds up a bit and I follow with a grin.

"You're such a little sweetie pie!" I nudge his shoulder and he laughs.

"Well.. I guess finding in the good in this hell isn't bad." He says with a sigh.