You put on the clothes that he gave you. They didn’t fit you at all. Carl was at least a foot taller than you, if not more, so the clothes were really baggy. You felt like your pants could fall down at an second. You weren’t complaining though. They were clean clothes and that’s all that mattered. You walked over to the door to open it and let Carl back in. When you opened the door Carl was standing there, in the hallway, holding a baby. You hadn’t seen a baby in a long time. “Wow.” You mumbled under your breath while stepping aside to let Carl into the room. “Is she your’s?” You blurted out. “Oh. No. No she’s not.” Carl scoffed. You sighed with relief. “Good.” You laughed. “What. Why good?” He raised his eyebrows. “Well. I don’t know. You’re just so young and gee. I don’t even know... I don’t know.” You sighed. “She’s my sister.” Carl stated. You nodded as he paused for a second. “My mom died giving birth to her.” He continued. “I had to shoot her... before... before she turned.” He added softly, looking at the ground. “I’m sorry.” You said quietly. There was a silence. “Do you want to hold her?” He asked, changing the subject. “Oh my god. Yes please.” You exclaimed. He walked over to you and slowly handed you the baby. “Her name is Judith.” He added. “Wasn’t that the name of our 3rd grade teacher?” You asked “Yeah.” He laughed slightly. It was weird holding her. She was so little and innocent. She hadn’t seen the kinds of things you’d seen. She smiled at you and your heart melted. You smiled back. You were smiling the most you had smiled in a long time. You held your finger out to her and she grabbed it. “She’s so cute.” You gushed. “I think she likes you.” Carl observed. “Really? You think so?” You asked. He nodded. You smiled at her one last time before handing her back to Carl. “Sorry about the clothes. We can go on a run and find you some more tomorrow.” Carl offered. “That would be great. These clothes are huge for me. You’ve grown so much. At one point we were the same height.” You chuckled. “No. I was always taller than you.” He recalled. “Yeah by like an inch not two feet.” You informed. “Well sorry. It’s not my fault that you’re tiny.” He laughed.