There is no cure (Carl Grimes)

Chapter 4

 2 years later~

Happy Birthday to me. I sigh, as I light the match, and blow it out. I look at the crossbow I received two years ago from my brother, and sling it over my shoulder. I had gone back to the camp days later after the walkers limped passed me. They were gone with nothing, but a car, and a note. They were going to the CDC. They were absolutely crazy. The CDC was a graveyard; there was nothing, but walkers roaming around searching for their next hunt. I took the car which lasted for a good two days. I drove far from Atlanta; I just wanted to get out of the city. I was only hoping to cross paths with Daryl, or Merle, but that was just a dream, and a nightmare. I have gotten dreams to where I found them both, but as walkers; worst dream I have gotten yet.

I walk along the old woods. Nothing is different. It is the same old thing. The green trees that sway, walkers that groan, leaves breaking with each step. It is the same view for miles. I learned over the years how to supply for myself. I would just go into old shacks, and take food, and clothing, and sort it out while in the woods. I just got new clothing yesterday. Brand new black leggins, with a red flannel shirt, a new black shorts bra, and black combat boots. Yesterday, I got lucky. I found my way into an old police station, and the water was still working! I was able to take a warm shower. There weren't as many guns, and ammo as there were before, but I took enough. I have a belt with three knives strapped around my right thigh, a belt that holds my revolver, and ammo, and my crossbow. I throw my bag over my back, and start the journey for today.

“Today is my birthday, Lord. I ain't beggin'. You sure as hell no I don't beg for your mercy. Not even when walkers come bitin' at me. I am just askin' if maybe today can be a good day. Maybe, if I can find an actual camp with people is all I'm askin'. It's probably too much to ask of you, but that's all I want for my birthday. I mean the warm water, weapons, and clothin' was great, but today is my birthday. It wasn't yesterday.” I sigh. The loneliness has definitely gotten to me. I wasn't going to go around talking to imaginary friends. Hell, I'm not that crazy. So I started to talk to the big guy up in the sky. He is the only one who knows what I am going through. Why not?

I walk through the woods quietly. I decide to make a right, and continue to walk that way. I walk around the empty woods only hoping to find something good. Don't get your hopes up, Mary. Merle is dead, and so is Daryl. I scuff. Daryl dead? Yeah, right. Merle, maybe. Those damn ugly asses can survive this. Hell, we were probably born for this. Daryl, and Merle always had me huntin' and campin'. The last time I saw Merle was when shit happened. No, last time you saw Merle the only limb left was his damn hand. I shake the memory of the blood dripping from the handcuff. God things weren't as bad, as they were then. I would give anything to go back then. Hell, with all the walkers I have killed I could probably kill all of the ones in Atlanta. I wonder how many people of the group survived? It's not like I will ever find out. Right, God?

“Will I ever find out? Will I ever see my brothers again?” I ask looking up at the beautiful sky blue. I sigh, as nothing drops down and gives me an answer. I just stare up at the sky as the blue color fades into the most beautiful light blue.

The day goes on, and the light fades into a dark blue, then to pitch black. The sun had given the sky its beautiful orange, and yellow touch, but faded to black. The sky twinkles with stars that glimmer in the sky. Birthdays are stupid anyways. I sigh, as I lay on a branch gripping onto it hoping I will not fall out of the tree like I did weeks ago.

I wake up to the loud sound of metal banging together. My eyes shoot open, and I cringe at the noise. It sounded like my alarm for school years ago. What I would give to go back to school. I climb down from the tree quickly, and follow the awful banging noise. I walk a few meters in front of me, and squeeze through two bushes. Then, I see it. The large gates that stand high, and tall. The people banging on their metal making the walkers move to one side. The gate is tipping, but they try there best to kill them. Slowly, the gate tips, but they try to kill as much as they can. I watch them carefully. I tear my eyes away from them, and onto the grass field. Children wander freely, and animals are being cared for. I watch as a man drives out of the prison and throws a pig out for the walkers to feed on, and distract them for a while. This was my opportunity. Damn it Mary! Run. So I did. I sprinted to the gate. I felt adrenaline pump in me as I bang on it for entrance.