Small World ( A Carl Grimes fanfic)

Chapter 18

~Normal P.O.V~

(3 Months later)

I woke up to gun shots and screaming. I fluttered my eyes open and looked the boring room for about the hundredth time. Dark grey walls were peeling with an ugly brown colour underneath, with a wodden floor. I sighed. I was starting to lose my sanity. I only interacted with the people that gave me food, and that was only once a day. Why is there shooting? What's going on? Did dad find me? Well... it's about time!! Calm down (y/n)... don't let the stress get to you, just breathe. I thought.

I took a deep breath in, then out. In, and out. I repeated this action until I calmed down. I listened for the guns and I heard silence. I got up from my corner, and reached into my boot, where a bobby pin was. I had it when I got here, but I needed a distraction so I could actually pick the lock and escape without being caught. I walked up to the door and inserted the bobby pin into the key hole. I wiggled it a little and hoped it would work, Just as I was about to give up, I heard a satisfying Click! indecating I unlocked the door.

I smiled for the first time in 3 months and opened the door. I exited the building I was in and looked around. It looked like I was in a makeshift town, one that kidnaps 12 year old girls, that is. There were fires spread around because it was dark. I walked up the street, and heard distant shouting. I jogged to where the voices were coming from and peeked out from a corner of a building. I gasped in shock. Before me, were Dad and Uncle Merle, with walkers around them, and a crowd cheering them on. I looked at them through teary eyes as Merle punched dad. I placed a hand over my mouth in a lame attempt to muffle my cries.

I didn't even know Merle was here, or alive. I looked at Merle, he looked the same, but gasped again when I looked at his arm. The hand on his right arm was non-existent, not there, gone. Without a hand, made him look slightly scarier then he was before. He could now be like one of those pirates with a blade or hook attached to his arm. I shivered at the thought. I watched as one blond woman tried to stop Brian from hurting them.I think she knows them... I thought. I saw Merle and Dad stop fighting, and take the walkers down together.

I smiled, I knew that they would be okay. Suddenly, shots rang through the air. I ran towards Dad and Merle as fast as I could. But before I reached them, I felt a burning pain go through my left leg and I went tumbeling to the ground. I shrieked in pain and pulled my leg to my chest to inspect it. I saw that the bullet wnt straight through but I was holding back tears. The pain was excruciatingly bad. A shadow covered my vision and I looked up to see Dad standing over me with a shocke expression on his face. I weakly smiled and laughed off the pain, clutching my leg harder."Hi daddy" I whispered, looking down, and letting a tear fall from my eye, and down my pale cheek.

I gasped as I felt myself lift from the ground, and into strong arms. I immediatly relaxed knowing that the one holding me was my dad. He carried me out of the town and into the woods."Didn't you come with other people?" I weakly ask him. He nodded"I came with people from the prison, but I can't wait for them, you need help" He replied with a worried expression. I looked down at my injured lg, and cringed. The bullet hole was slightly higher then my knee and was oozing a deep red liquid, blood. The blood ran all the way down my leg and foot, dripping onto the ground. I suddenly felt very dizzy and leaned my head against Dad's chest, breathing in his scent.

I sighed and closed my eyes. I fell asleep listening to Dad's heartbeat and the chirping of nearby birds.

{A/N} - You got shot!!

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