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. ❞