INT. REMOTE POND - DAY We are in the middle of a post-apocalyptic wilderness. Birds tweet in the trees, and the sun shines down on a tranquil pond. The world seems peaceful here--almost as if zombies don't exist. CUT TO: A splash breaks the serenity as CARL GRIMES (played by Chandler Riggs), Rick Grimes' son, is standing waist-deep in murky pond water. Carl's hair is a mess of unwashed strands, and a thin layer of apocalypse grime lines his once youthful face. Carl, shirtless, reveals a physique toned by survival rather than the gym. His skin is tanned from the cruel sun, with scars that each hold a story of narrow escapes and hard-won battles. Carl's bare butt faces the camera. It's the kind of rear end that hasn't seen the inside of a mall or a McDonald's in years. It's the kind of butt that jokes are made of--a full moon out in broad daylight! CARL (to himself with a grin) Nothing like a good wash to keep the walkers smelling you from a mile away. He drops soap made from whatever could be scavenged and starts scrubbing fervently. It's a rare luxury, and he's going to enjoy every second. Without a care in the world, Carl leans back and, with comedic timing, lets out a long, resonating fart. Bubbles rush to the surface. The sound echoes off the surrounding trees--nature's unfortunate acoustics. CARL (sighs in relief) Ah, the simple joys of the end of the world. Suddenly, the serenity around Carl undergoes a shocking change. Fish float to the surface of the pond, eyes wide in final shock. The smell of the fart must have been something fierce--a weapon of mass destruction in gas form. Carl looks at the fish, a mischievous twinkle in his eye. CARL (talking to the dead fish) Guess I'm having fish for dinner. He reaches out and grabs the floating fish with a survivor's zeal. Carl steps out of the pond, shamelessly naked and chuckling to himself. He wraps a ratty towel around his waist, grabs the fish, and heads toward a clearing where a campfire is already set up. He slings the towel over his shoulder, his survivor's butt in full comedic charm as he strides confidently, truly the victor in a world gone mad. CARL (singing off-key) Fish on the grill, gonna have a fill, in this undead thrill -- He drops the fish next to the fire, begins to prepare the makeshift grill, and pulls out a rusty old pan. Carl hums merrily, comforted by the notion of a meal won through an odd twist of fate, and the fact that even in this dark world, there's room for a little humor. FADE OUT.