Red (sequel to TYG)

Chapter 12

Carl's pov:

Flashback:

"You got this, kid." Shane says proudly to me after I hit the target spot on once again.

"I don't know if I should be happy or sad about this." Mom complains and Dad chuckles quietly.

I look down the row of us shooting and notice Anna struggling to shoot while T-Dog helps her out. She hasn't spoken a word to me since we went horse riding. I think she's mad at me.

"Go get 'em, Tiger." Shane whispers to me and I roll my eyes and start to walk over there.

Thankfully my parents didn't catch me staring because they would have teased me without mercy if they had.

I notice T-Dog giving her a different gun to try.

"Need help?" I ask Anna once I reach her.

"I'm doing just fine on my own, thank you." She says without looking at me and instead concentrating on the target.

Anna shoots her gun but gets nowhere near the target. She shrieks from the slight kick back and falls over. I can't help but laugh at her.

I offer her my hand to help her up but she ignores it and stands up herself.

"Why are you so mad at me?" I ask her.

"I'm not mad at you. I just don't like to socialize with murderers, you know?" She answers me smartly.

She tries another shot, this time only stumbling back a few steps because she was expecting it.

"I'm not a killer, and neither is anyone in my group." I say firmly.

"Whatever." Anna says nonchalantly.

She holds up the gun again and this time I move to help her.

I stand by her side and close my hands around hers on the handle. I help her aim and then brace myself as she pulls the trigger.

The glass bottle shatters and I am rewarded with a smile from her.

T-Dog notices that she hits the target and gives her a high-five.

"Nice job." He congratulates her. I bite my lip and refrain from saying that it was actually me.

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"So how are you doing?" Dad asks me in between cutting wood for the house.

It's early, only five in the morning. We're cutting wood for Carol, Eugene, and Gabriel, who are staying here and taking care of Judith while the rest of us go out and map out the soldiers camp.

"I don't want to talk today, Dad." I say.

I would rather not think about how I am because If I don't think about it I can continue staying angry and keep my focus on revenge.

"Okay." Dad agrees. I'm thankful that he doesn't try to pry.

I hear a short, shrill, bird whistle from the woods and I stand up to see Daryl with his cross bow pointed towards something in the woods. I stand up and pull my knife out of my belt and watch as a few Walkers emerge from the woods.

I pick my first target and the three of us easily take care of them.

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Within a couple of hours I find myself looking at the wretched soldier camp again.

We're careful this time to not get caught. Luckily there's no snow on the ground to show our tracks. Although it's still freezing outside, the snow melted.

We silently watch the place for about half an hour, looking at all the fences and entrances.

On our way back it starts to lightly snow. None us pay much attention to it.

By time night time we have a whole plan worked out and are ready to attack tomorrow night.

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(My sincerest apologies for how awful this chapter is. Yeesh, it's making me cringe to read it. Anyways, I'm so excited for my show tomorrow night! :) I hope ya'll are having as good of a weekend as I am! Xoxo, Isabella.)