<lora:Melissa_McBride_Flux:1> Carol Peletier stands near the entrance of the prison yard, wearing a dusty brown button-up shirt over a dark tank top, her sleeves rolled up to her elbows. Her faded cargo pants and scuffed boots reflect the harsh conditions of survival. Her short, graying hair is unkempt, and dirt smudges her face. She grips a rifle with a steady hand, her sharp blue eyes scanning the surroundings with cautious determination. The worn prison fences loom behind her, rusted and lined with barbed wire, while the overcast sky casts a somber mood over the scene.
