Broken (A Walking Dead FanFiction)

Chapter 17 - Stupid Mistakes

Maybe I should run away.

Or maybe I should just die.

I made a mistake. And I can't take it back...

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I was still walking in the forest when I reached a road lined with houses. While I'm here, I should probably raid one, I thought.

I found a house that was big, but not too big. Perfect size. I'd probably die to live in it if the world wasn't like this.

I broke down the door and kept alert with my gun pointing in every direction I looked. I searched the kitchen, bathrooms, bedrooms, and living room for any sign of a walker. There was none that I could see.

I put my gun back in its holder and looked for food in the kitchen. I found cereal, chips, and canned food. I stuffed them in my bag and headed back towards the bedrooms upstairs.

One of them was really girly. It had pink everywhere. On the chairs, sofa, bed, walls, floor. Everywhere. I found nothing useful in there. I wasn't going to change into clothes that weren't my taste.

The next bedroom had a beige/brown theme. I figured it was the master bedroom from the huge bed and matureness of the room. The only thing I found was a gun hidden in the closet.

It's better than nothing.

The next bedroom was full of comic books and video games. I was about to get something for Carl, but shrugged it away.

When I turned around, towards the door, a walker from out of nowhere attacked me. I fall backwards, my gun a few feet away from my side.

The walker was on top of me now. I kicked it in it's stomach and reached for my gun. I pointed it at the walker's head and pulled the trigger, but nothing came out.

Out of bullets.

I couldn't figure out the gun from the closet and there was no time, so I got out my knife. The walker trampled on top of me again and kept moving it's head, so whenever I tried to stab it, I missed.

Unexpectingly, the walker dropped dead. I didn't kill it though. It was someone else.

I pushed the walker off of me and stood up to face whoever it was.

I don't know why I was expecting it to be Carl. But, I definitely wasn't expecting it to be Emma.

Am I hallucinating? No. No, this is real.

The familiar long blonde hair and blue eyes swept into view. I dropped down sobbing and gasping for air. Emma had a straight, sad face and bent down on her knees to me.

"I'm so sorry...," I whispered. I don't really know why I said that, but I guess it was because I left her behind...accepting the fact that she was dead.

"Yeah. You should be," she said.

Only it wasn't her voice.

Elliot?

I passed out after that. When I woke up, it was dark out. Shit. Carl's probably wondering where I am right now. I looked around. There was no one in the room with me. But, someone had to shoot the walker.

Someone is in the house with me.

I slowly stood up, careful not to make any noises. When I tried to open the door, it wouldn't open. I practically ran to the only window in the room and tried to jam it open. If I didn't get it open it wouldn't be a problem. I'd just have to shatter the glass.

The stranger was unlocking the door and I quickly searched for my weapons, up and down my body, but I didn't have any. The bastard took them.

When the face came into view, it was Elliot. Just what I was hoping...

Yay.

"What do you want from me?" I croaked out. I just realized I haven't drank anything today.

"I want you to tell me where your group is. And then I want you to tell me where the supplies is. And then...well...I want you to die," he said.

I stayed silent.

"If you don't tell me...I'll kill both you and your little lover. So I suggest you start speaking up," he yelled. He got out the gun I found in the closet of the master bedroom, put in some bullets, and pointed it at me.

I gulped and still stayed silent. His finger was on the trigger now. Soon, the gun went off and a bullet went in my leg. I looked up at the ceiling, holding in the grimace from the pain.

"It's a win-win for me. A lose-lose for you," he said with a grin. I can't tell him that stuff. But, if I don't, Carl would die. And I won't let that happen.

"You know I saw you guys go in the church. That first question was a test. If you lied, I would've shot you anyway." He shot again, but this time in my arm. By this point, I was crying.

"WHERE IS THE SUPPLIES?!" He screamed.

"The-the supplies...," I started.

"Don't make me shoot you in the head this time. Just spit it out."

"The back room..." I said with a tear rolling down my cheek.

He simply stood up and walked out, locking the door behind him. He left me to die. And turn. He took everything. My weapons, my food, even my dignity...

After a few tries, I stood up. I had to be light on my left leg, the leg he shot. I grabbed a baseball trophy from the selves and slammed it as hard as I could into the window, shattering the glass.

It was about a 10 feet drop, but I had to do this. I'm not letting Elliot win again.

The jump wasn't even that bad...not compared to the bullets, anyway. It hurt, but not as much. I limped my way back to the forest.

I've been walking for like 10 minutes. I'm almost there. My leg and arm are throbbing. I gathered up the courage to look down at them, only to find blood soaking through my clothes.

I'll deal with it later, now I just need to get back to the church.

When I actually got to the church, Carl came running outside and embracing me in his arms.

"WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?!" He only half-yells.

"I'll explain la-" I started until Carl interrupted me.

"YOU SCARED THE LIVING HELL OUT OF ME! I thought I lost you..."

I saw a tear slowly roll down his cheek. And then, he embraced me again.

And then, Carl was shot in the stomach.

Author's Note:

Longg chapter...but yeah...sorry bout Carl...

Xoxo,

Grace