Wanted|| Carl grimes

After my dad and Abraham who was driving the RV shared a few glances, we all stepped out of it. Before anyone could even get a word out, I saw a man dragging a girls body into the road. She wasn't scared, she wasn't screaming. She looked more like a little kid that got caught with their hand in the cookie jar. She sighed heavily and sat up. She seemed a little too relaxed with someone that had bruises and blood all over them.

Now that we were out of the RV I could read the signs that were hung every where. It read;

Wanted

Dead or alive.