Deception

Chapter 29

After a day and a half of walking I reach the town, it's exactly as i remember it being. Tall buildings are located all along the strip, many if them have been blown up or graffitied by the local gangs. I sigh remembering what I was going to do here, remembering all the sadness and guilt. Remembering Charlie. Moonlight shines onto the ground, the pools of light give me enough brightness to see where I'm going. The apartment building is exactly the same, as if I had been here yesterday. I climb up the decaying steps until I reach the first floor. Nothing. It's obvious that there's been human activities here quite recently but the group is nowhere to be seen. Maybe they tricked me, maybe this is a trap. I quickly spin around, expecting Rick or one of the others to be pointing a loaded gun at my head. But no ones there. I can't help letting out a sigh of relief. I continue my hunt for the group by going up into the second floor, once again as I anticipated, no ones there. Groans come from up above me and I immediately jump, my hand clinging to the knife in my belt. Screams and grunts echo through the room and I cringe, running up to the third floor, I reach a room full of walkers, most of them don't notice my sudden appearance, which is helpful since I'm trying to find out who their trying to attack. I see shapes lying on the ground and I scream.

Beth, Sasha and Bob all lay on the floor, still. There insides being torn apart by walkers. I hear Ricks shouts and I instantly snap back to reality. My hands shake and tears threaten to come out of my eyes. I can't find Carl. He should be here with the group. Is he dead? I shake my head violently. I can't think like this. My ears perk up to a familiar sound coming from the apartment roof.

Carl.

I sprint up the stairs and fall onto the roof. Carl is surrounded In a corner, ten walkers gnash their teeth at him. His gun is on the ground lying next to him, obviously out of ammo. A knife is located in his hand, it jabs the nearby walkers but they don't fall down. He's going to die, oh shit he's going to die.

Leave him he deserves this, if you leave him to die, the group will think the walkers killed him, you won't get the blame.

"Oh piss off." I mutter to myself. I find a second gun located to my left, from the looks of it, it has more then enough ammo to kill the walkers and I almost yelp with joy. I aim it at the their heads and shoot.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten. They all fall to the ground and Carl looks down at them, his mouth wide open. He's gaze falls upon me, his pupils dilate and a worried expression covers his face, he puts his hands up. "Wanted to kill me yourself huh?" He says, he thinks I'm going to kill him, take away his life from this earth. I would never do that. Yes, a couple of days ago I wouldn't of hesitated too, but now, it's not even a second option. Hell, it's not any option at all. I drop the gun tears start to overflow, they fall down my cheeks making a small pool by my feet.

"I'm sorry," I stutter, "I'm so, so sorry." I run over to him and embrace him in a huge hug. Even with my back to him I can tell his shocked. My back starts to feel wet and I smile a little, is he crying? Carls arms wrap around my waist and he picks me up, he falls to the ground and lands on his knees, with me still in his arms. His head is nuzzled into my neck and I stroke his hair softly.

"Don't you dare, don't you dare apologise." He mutters, "it was me, I killed your brother, I did the wrong thing, not you." Carl says, loosening his grip on me, I land on the floor and kneel opposite him. The sound downstairs has eased and I can tell that the fighting is over. "I see you liked my hat." He points at my head and I blush, my hands claps around the rim of it and I perch it on top of Carls head.

"It looks better on you." I smile and start to wipe my tears away, he shakes his head and laughs, obviously relishing the moment.

"Now that's a complete lie. When you wear it you look like one of those sexy girls from like a porn magazine or something." He chuckles, "and that turns me on." I slap him on the shoulder and he laughs even harder now that my cheeks are red.