Goner {Carl Grimes} UNDER MAJOR EDITING

1- The Start

The yells that we're coming from my brother didn't help the fact that I had a pounding headache.

They had only interrogated me but my "brother" they've beaten him not like he didn't deserve it.
They hurt him. I'm Kennedy Fitzgerald and I live in the zombie-apocalypse.

Living in a place like this wasn't how I wanted to live. Especially it's been the same since before the outbreak. My life hasn't been the best but that life is gone.

I heard a creak above my brother and I and there sat a boy in a sheriffs hat putting on a poker face "Hey" Randal said softly and weakly I couldn't move. I was dehydrated and starving Randal would drink my water and eat my food so I sat here barely able to move.

I looked over to the boy who was looking at me I knew I looked like death. "I have to use the bathroom" I sighed weakly Randal kicked me with his good leg I winced out in pain

"Fuck!" I yelled Randal started rambling on about our group which sucked by the way.
"They're never coming back" I said to him he kicked me again but harder "shit!" I yelped out at my dislocated ankle being kicked harder than before

Then the door busted open and Shane the asshole walked in and grabbed me.

See this is where I would be scared but I was too weak to care right now. I'd rather him blow my brains out of my head than be here in pain any longer. He grabbed Carl and threw him out "please don't tell my dad" Ashe went back to yelling in my face.

"All I said was I had to piss!" I yelled out barely above a throaty gurgle he looked at me funny

He looked at my wrist they were bloody and raw. Even numb. I was numb I could barely feel Shane's hand wrapped around my throat and gun to my mouth.

I was just lucky today huh? Out of all the times I've been in a near death situation this is how I'd rather go

He cocked the gun "do it you'll be doing me a favor" I grinned at him he rolled his eyes "You're just a kid" he said confused I nodded

"Why are you in here if you're a child?"
"Because we were in a group that left us, after trying to kill Your group" Randal explained

I nodded "I didn't ask you, kid I asked her" I shrugged "I'm gonna talk to Rick" he pushed me to the ground I sighed

He came back a few hours later with the sheriff and some keys "how many walkers have you killed?" "Too many to count" I sighed it was the truth I know it killed over 730 of them "how many people?" I sighed why lie now? "3" "why?" "Two were my parents, I did it a few weeks into the break out they were terrible, they beat me and tried to use me as bait and I had enough, the 3rd one...." tears pricked my eyes "he tried to rape me" he nodded unlocking the handcuffs I sighed at the relief and helped me walk out