Carl, Aunt Tara is not amused.
There’s no way You can ever be ready for it.
So honored. Been a shitty week.
just said o w…
"Well…" he exhaled a breath. "That was easy.”
Tara looked around at the ten or so dead walkers on the ground and leaned over to place her hands on her knees in a pant. “Yeah.” a huff. “No sweat.” clearly sarcasm just like his had been.
"You’re not only going to attract walkers you’re going to give me a head ache. Can you and Rosita stop arguing for two seconds? I’m starting to really stare at this gun and that tree…" Tara dropped her head in annoyance.
i could not
count the nights
that i’ve woken
s c r e a m i n g…