Walking With The Dead

Past

I woke up to the sound of ruffling and quiet whimpering. I looked around, but could see nothing. It was too dark. I pilled my bag up into my lap from the floor and dug through it, looking for my flashlight. Soon emough, i found it. I flicked it on, and scanned the room with the beam of light. I stopped in the corner, where i saw Carl facing the wall with his knees pulled into his face. It was him who was whimpering.

"Carl, hun, are you okay?" i asked him softly.  He didnt answer me. "Hun?"

"Dont call me hun, im not a fag. My name is Carl, and thats it."

I was a shocked with the way he retorted those words back at me.

"Carl, whats wrong? I'm not the enemy here."

"I thought Michonne cared about me? I thought she was going go stick by my side until the day we died. But she left... she didnt even seem hurt. She just left."

I got out of the bed we were sleeping in and walked over to him, i stood over him, he was so little, i loved it.

"Carl, get up." I leaned down and grabbed him under the arms and helped him up.

"The past doesnt matter anymore, its something you either have to accept or decline, but either way, you have to let it go. I cojld tell Michonne was upset with her decision, but she made it for a reason. Maybe youll be reunited with her again, lile i was with..." I trailed off, just saying his name brought tears to my eyes. "You need to go to sleep, Carl, we might stay here for a day or two, scavenge whatever we can find, and we'll continue on. Now, get some rest."

Without saying a word, he walked over to the bed, pulled off his shirt, and undid the button on his pants, and climbed into bed. It wasnt long before i heard the even and steady pace of his breathing. I needed to do something, i couldnt sleep right now. I pulled my tattered shoes back on, and walked out the door.