Mercy (Carl Grimes)
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I've been walking in the woods for days since the outbreak of the dead, I'm sick of It, it's hell being out here! But after I find a somewhat secure prison with people that look trustworthy, everything changes, and I feel at home, and I also feel like these are people I can sacrifice everyday of my life for them, except one...
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