Carl woke up to the strange sensation of floating. He opened his eyes and sat up abruptly.

Oh yeah, we're on a boat.

Yesterday's events came back to him. The deafening gunfire that reminded him of the assault on the prison, jumping down from the tree house and landing on dead bodies, running through the woods and getting separated from his dad, then the fight with those men and running again.

They spent the night floating aimlessly on the lake. Carl hadn't realized how tired he was. After talking to Michonne for a bit, he must have fallen into a deep sleep.

It's the quiet. For the first time in what felt like forever, it was quiet, really quiet.

Out there on the water they couldn't hear the awful groans of the ever-present walkers. Even at the prison, it was never this quiet. Inside there was always somebody moving around, sounds echoing, and outside there were always walkers lining the fences.

His dad and Michonne were still sound asleep. Last night all three survivors had ended up huddled together for warmth in the bottom of the boat.

Carl moved around slowly, trying not to disturb the other two, poking around in their meager stash of supplies. They'd left almost everything behind in the tree house.

Not that we had any food left, anyway, Carl thought dejectedly.

He looked over the side of the boat, peering into the water. The water was so still, they almost weren't moving at all. All of a sudden he saw something dart by.

"Fish!" he exclaimed, turning and shaking Michonne's foot urgently, "Fish! I saw a fish!"

Michonne mumbled something and rolled over so that she was closer to Rick, who draped his arm over her but didn't open his eyes.

Carl rolled his eyes in frustration. Those lazy sleepyheads! How can they sleep at a time like this!? he fumed silently. Almost immediately he felt sorry for having such a resentful thought and he was glad he hadn't said it out loud, even if they were asleep.

I'm so hungry. This is serious!

He sighed. Dad is hurt again. He needs to sleep. And I'm pretty sure Michonne didn't sleep at all the night before. I should let them sleep...

There was no sound but the gentle lull of the water lapping against the sides of the boat. The deep and wide water. The water with fish in it. Fish.

Fish that I need to eat. Fish that I need their help to catch.

Carl took a deep breath, narrowed his eyes at his sleeping parents.

"WAKE UP!!!" he shouted.

Rick and Michonne jolted awake.

"Carl!" his dad sat up, automatically reaching for his gun.

"What?" Michonne sat up with a gasp, rocking the boat a little bit.

They looked around, confused, and then focused on Carl, sitting on one of the low cross-benches facing them.

"Carl, what's wrong?" Michonne asked.

"I saw a fish in the water!" Carl said urgently, "I don't know how, but we need to catch it!"

"Aghhh..." Rick moaned, rubbing his face, "I thought you were in danger..."

"Dad! We're all in danger!" Carl returned, his voice still louder than necessary.

"Carl, keep your voice down!" Michonne implored, more out of reflex than anything else.

"What does it matter? There's nobody out here! There's no walkers! They can't swim! If we don't catch some fish to eat right now, we're going to starve to death!"

Carl finished and realized that his dad and Michonne were watching him with matching wide-eyed expressions.

The quiet stretched out and Carl waited for his dad to let him have it. He almost apologized for being so rude but his stomach hurt so much that he didn't care anymore.

"Well how big was it?" Michonne asked, breaking the tense silence.

"What?" Carl asked.

"The fish you saw, how big was it?"

"Uh, I don't know, maybe this big?" Carl held his hands out then shrugged, "It was fast."

"Where was it? How long ago did you see it?" Michonne questioned, "Where's my sword? Rick, I need your belt again."

"Look," Rick pointed, "Do you see that?"

Carl and Michonne interrupted their fish-centered discussion to look where Rick was pointing.

"Is that a houseboat?" Michonne asked.

"Let's check it out," Carl said, "Maybe they have fishing poles."