The sweltering summer sun was just above the boy’s head as he ventured outside of their cell block. Warm rays rested at his back as he saw various group members attending their duties. Duties, that Carl had to say, he had no part in. It wasn’t him of course, new rules, his dad had said. And he didn’t like them one bit. Not when he could be useful and help everyone else.
Watching T-Dog…well, doing something, the ever-growing boy made his way down, perhaps it was something he could help with. Maybe his father wouldn’t be too upset about that…after all, it was T-Dog.
“Hey, you need any help?”
T-Dog had been frying in the hot Georgia sun, working on making sure the fence around the front half of the prison stayed up and kept out walkers. Wiping the sweat on his brow off on his shoulder, he took a step back, surveying the work he’d done in the past – what felt like – three hours. It wasn’t too bad for working with the limited resources that they had. It would last until the winter, at least. It still needed some work, though, so after taking a small water break, T-Dog was back to work, hammering away.
There was no longer the threat of walkers reaching through the fence, so perhaps he was being a bit more careless with the way he’d let his arms dangle by the fence, resting on the chain-links. Wiping his brow once more, he set the hammer down, surveying his work; almost done. When Carl had reached him, his eyes lingered on the fence for a split second longer before gazing at the boy. Kind eyes nodded at his question.
❝Sure, I could use some help hammerin’ these last few boards t’ the fence. Is it okay with yer dad?❞
