It always came down to his father, didn’t it? Well, he was their leader after all, and Carl had no problems with that but still- he could do things on his own. Search out rooms and the like, he knew how to be safe.
“My dad’s busy, but he won’t mind. I’m not goin’ outside the fence or anything.”
His dad shouldn’t have a problem with him helping, Carl thought, maybe he should be proud. If he did this, he was helping keep the prison safe, their home. Carl drew closer to the man’s workspace, eyeing him before taking sight of the hammer.
“It’s supposed to make the fence stronger? What about the walkers, how would we stick anything through to get rid of them?
T-Dog was just trying to stay pre-cautious of Carl’s safety. Plus, he knew that if Rick saw Carl somewhere he wasn’t supposed to be, doing something he shouldn’t be doing, they’d both get in trouble.
❝ Alright – go ahead, then, grab yerself a hammer and some nails.❞
True, he was almost finished with the fence, but there was surely more that Theodore could find to do. The prison was in general good shape, but there was always something to be done that could make their home safer than it already was.
❝ Yeah – at least we hope so. There’s still some spaces that we can stick the pokers through. It should work. ❞
