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[ there's a rustling of bushes from off to Carl's left. Nathan isn't trying to be stealthy; he's not used to being this deep in the woods and in any case, has no reason to believe he's not alone. ]

[Rick's been out looking for Carl, and when he find him down by the creek, he joins him, crouching down and grabbing a few rocks.]

Been out here long?

[ Carl held a flat stone in the palm of his hand, and he was just about to toss it into the creek to burn off some of frustrations. It was when he heard that voice come up from behind him it was when he slightly turned his head to catch a glance at his father.

He turned it back around to face the creek, and he shrugged with the rock still held in his hand. ] Been out for about an hour. [ Not that mattered anymore. ]

[ At the sound of the rustling, Carl lifted his head up to see if he could hear the familiar grunts and groans of the walkers. It was even more important that it wasn't one of The Governor's men trying to make another run at the prison.

Of course, it could be something simpler and far more comforting, the wind or a small animal. And, unfortunately, Carl didn't want to take any chances as he stepped back and held up the rock to throw at any potential threat. ]

[ Nathan couldn't help but grunt in annoyance when a branch he'd pushed out of the way to advance snapped back around to smack him in the face. He could hear the rushing water of the creek clearly now, though, and that was what mattered. If he could just reach the creek, it would be a simple thing to follow it back.

He ducked under some low-hanging branches and stepped out into the open -- and promptly found himself beaned with a rock for his trouble. ] Ow! [ The beasts he wouldn't have been surprised by, but a rock? ]

[Nearby, a young boy is curiously peeking around a tree at the other one. He doesn't get to meet too many kids his own age outside of school.]

[Rick nods at that and looks down before skipping one of the rock across the water. He knows that he hasn't exactly been the father of year recently, and he wants to make up for that, but it's going to be baby steps. He knows that.]

Wanna talk?

[The sound attracts a visitor: across from the creek, at the widest point where it bends around the corner, there's a swaying smear of red and gray against the trees. A walker stands there swaying softly from side to side, so fresh he must've died only a few days ago. Now R's just quietly watching Carl, trying to decide if he should go up and - what? Introduce himself? R's mouth works like he wants to take a bite, but he thinks he'd like to swap names if push comes to shove.

There's a reason why the other walkers ditched him the last town over. Apparently he creeped them out.

R groans to get Carl's attention. His hand even flutters up in what looks an awful lot like a wave]

[ Carl had not been paying attention as he tossed the rocks into the creek, and he had no idea that there was someone else there watching him. He remained there at the edge of the creek, and he tossed a flat rock into the water in order to get it to skip.

He frowned when he watched the rock just sink into the water and scare off a bunch of gnats on the surface of the water. ]

[ Carl readies himself to toss a flat stone into the creek with hopes that he might succeed in getting it hop across the surface of the water. He positions himself right at the edge of the creek, but soon his concentration is broken by the all too familiar sound of a walker's groan.

The small stone in his hand is not an effective weapon against anything that might want t o kill him. He takes a step back, and only to see the most peculiar site, a walker making an attempt to wave. Carl stops moving and he crinkles his brow in confusion, and he lifts a hand up in an attempt to wave back. ] Hi? [ He says in a soft voice. He thought to himself that it was ridiculous to think that a walker was able to wave, but in dark days like these, Carl likes to think that there is some hope for things to change. ]

Not really. Talking isn't going to bring back mom, and it won't fix a thing. [ Carl tosses the stone into the creek without much care that it was going to skip across the water. He just watches it sink to the bottom of the greenish-blue waters with a long look on his face. ] It won't help that we got all of those people to worry about.

[ He must be doing something right. Instinctively R knows a wave for a wave is a Good Thing and now the ball is in his court. No point getting stage fright, no fading back into the tree line. He's no idea where this new courage came from; all he knows is his hand comes up again in another wave and there's a strange new sound clawing its way for air out of his throat. It doesn't feel like the normal groans. The sounds he's been stuck making that frankly, started to irritate him especially when it was coming out of a few dozen dead mouths around him and it's over and over and over.]

Hhggh....hi. Hi.

[R hopes he did that right. He think he did. The boy across the creek will have to be the judge of that, R peering across the water and the moss-covered rocks with a slack-jawed, anxious look. Is he being scored?]

[Tossing rocks in the water? That didn't look like much fun. Charles takes a step out bravely to introduce himself.]

Hi.

[ Carl wasn't exactly sure what he was doing; R didn't exactly look like the rest of the walkers and of course any of them... Talk? Carl knew he didn't hear this one particular walker talk. Was his mind playing tricks on him, or was this the real thing? With excitement, Carl's lips twitch upwards into a smile, and just maybe this was the break through everyone had been hoping for. ]

Hi! Yeah, you got it right! [ Carl stays there at the bed of the creek, and he worries that maybe he is just imagining things, and that R is really just drooling at the thought of eating him. Still, he is going to hold out for some hope, and try to spark a conversation with him. ] Name's Carl, what's yours?

[ It was fun when there wasn't much else to do, and having to camp inside of a prison that is getting crowded, so tossing stones was good enough to blow off steam.

Carl looked up from the creek when the kid came out from nowhere to introduce himself, and he backed away. He was nervous to think that this might be someone from Woodbury or another group of survivors who might want to take advantage of his group. ] Hey. [ Carl didn't seem too thrilled or even care about the other kid. ] The road's back the way you came if you're lost.

[R's mouth is doing funny things on its own, like he wants to copy Carl's smile. The old, rotted muscles twitch and convulse, his teeth peeping out and to his credit, he at least doesn't have anyone stuck in between them. It'd kill his first impression. He got it right on his first try? Really?]

Cuhhhh-carrrrl. [R's mouth feels mushy around the kid's name. It's weird, not something you'd really groan and if the other walkers saw him right now, they'd totally give him the cold shoulder.

Okay, make that more of the cold shoulder than the usual.

R's hand flops against his chest, stained with old gore. To his credit, he at least doesn't start drooling ooze all over the place. He peers across the creek at Carl. Not-like-him. Short. Young. Good posture. Fast-moving. He wants to be across the creek and standing next to him. It'd be easier for a proper conversation]

Rrr. H...hello.

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AUing R into TWD?

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I'm easy

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