I keep waiting for the other shoe to drop. It doesn't feel right, and it shouldn't be this empty.
[ It reminds him too much of the desolate wasteland that's become of home, entire towns abandoned and dead, only to be confronted by a wave of undead. Carl keeps anticipating one. Or at least something. ]
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I keep waiting for the other shoe to drop. It doesn't feel right, and it shouldn't be this empty.
[ It reminds him too much of the desolate wasteland that's become of home, entire towns abandoned and dead, only to be confronted by a wave of undead. Carl keeps anticipating one. Or at least something. ]