Sealed (on hold)

2- Clear

"CARL?" I hear again. The words fly through the hot humid air. A small breeze flows by, it feels nice.
"If you don't let me respond, they will come find me," The boy says nonchalantly. His voice low and almost to a whisper.

He has dark brown hair, almost black swooping down over his forehead letting the tips of his bangs cover part of his piercing crystal blue eyes that stare into my green ones. He's only a few inches taller then me. Around 5'5.

"Fine" I grumble as I let go. The boy stands all the way up. He then takes a few steps forward. He keeps his arms up, his fingertips line up right below the top of his head.

"YEA COMING," The boy says and turns towards me putting his hands down.

"Well um.. Hi I'm Carl," He says as he reaches his hand out. I stand in the same spot. The tips of my boots over lapping each other as I fiddle my fingers.

"I'm Zoe," I finally say as I reach out and shake his hand.

"Well... Um.. Bye," I say as I start to turn away. Just as I do, I feel a grip tighten on my wrist. I start to yell just to have it muffled by a hand.
No. Not this again. I don't move or say a thing.

"Shhhhhh! Calm down. It's okay," Carl says as he removes his hand from my mouth. I slow my breathing and I start to turn again. I let out a sigh in relief, I'm not ready for that again.

He pulls on my wrist and drags me onto the road.
"No! What are you doing?! Carl!" I say as I try to pull free. But I can't. It's like a mouse trying to escape a snake.

He walks behind an abandoned car, basically dragging me along side him. The paint peeling. It's pink, the red paint had faded years before. The windows covered in pollen and dust.

Carl reveals himself to a group of people first, then me. I immediately stop. I stop tugging. I stop dragging my feet. I couldn't help but stare at them. They stare back.

It's hard to find people in this world. Part of you wants to, but when you actually do find someone, you're terrified.

I stand all the way up with the help of Carl. I dust off my pants with my hands. I look up to see around 15 people and a baby, standing in a group. All looking at me. I look down and fiddle my fingers ... A nervous habit.

Carl puts his hand on my back and starts to push me forwards. Just as he starts I look up to see 3 out of thee group with weapons, of course aimed at me.

One is a women, she's tan, her dark brown hair put into a high pony tail. She wears a dark purple tank top and thin dark grey cargo pants with boots. She has a hand held.

I then see a man, tall, his hair is black, thin. His bangs go down the side of his face covering half of one of his eyes. He's wearing a vest, it's black, with some basic pants and what appear to be hiking boots. He holds a crossbow cocked and ready to fire.

I finally look to see another man. He's very tall, well built, he has orange/ red head hair with a mustache and small beard the same color. He's wearing a grey tank top, and thick camouflage cargo pants with heavy duty hiking boots. He has a rifle pointed towards me.

I stumble at the sudden push of momentum provided by Carl, but catch myself. I stand back up. I start to put my hands up in what looks like a signal for surrendering.

I quickly grab my gun from my belt and aim it.

If I'm going down, I'm not going down with out a fight.

I aim at a man, he's tall, blue eyes, short brown hair that's slightly curled. God he looks an awful lot like Carl, I think to myself. He has a full beard. He wears a dark grey, almost black t-shirt and dark pants. He looks at me. No emotion. Carl leans towards me.

"Put the gun down," He whispers. I ignore him and keep my eyes locked with the tall mans own.

Carl then puts his hand on my shoulder. It's so weird having human contact. Haven't scene any for about 2 years and now look. I've got 15 and a baby sitting in front of me.

He leans over again. This time a little bit closer. I feel his lips slightly touch the rim of my ear.
"That's my dad," He whispers, quieter then before.

No wonder.

I keep my aim. He takes his hand off my shoulder and sighs.

I take my finger off the trigger and put my gun down. My eyes still locked on Carl's dad. He continues to stare.

"Well...uhmm... Guys this is Zoe..." Carl says trying to make the situation less awkward.

It's impossible though. It's one of the most awkward moments. Especially in this world, normally introducing someone is easy, but now, it barely ever happens.

They all slowly put down their weapons, except for one. The man with a crossbow.

"It's okay Daryl, she's just scared," Says Carl as he walks forward.

As much as I don't want to admit it. He's right. I am scared. Terrified even.

I keep a tight grip on my gun. Even though I'm not aiming I still keep it close just in case. I still stare into the deep ocean pools belonging to the man with the beard. Carl's dad.

He steps forward. He walks towards me until he's about 2 feet away from me. Still staring at me. He looks at me for about 30 seconds until he finally breaks his gaze. He turns towards the man with the crossbow.

"Lower it," The man says flatly. The man with the crossbow looks slightly shocked but does as he was asked. He then turns back towards me.

"Where's your group?" He asks me.

"I don't have one." I say I look at Carl and the back at his dad.

"Bullshit your what? 14? No one would leave you alone in this world," He says as he laughs slightly.

I grit my teeth.

"15 and they didn't have a choice," I reply. The man looks slightly sympathetic for a moment but then refocuses.

"How long have you been alone?" He asks.

What is this? An interview?

I take a deep breath and let out an annoyed sigh.

"2 years," I say. He raises an eyebrow and smiles slightly. He turns his back on me and looks at the group.

"Glenn, Maggie, Abraham, Daryl, I want you to search the area, make sure this ain't another set up," He says, they nod and walk in different directions.

"Okay, look, we don't know if you're pulling something or not and I'm not going to knock out a 15 year old girl unless I have to. So either you willingly let me tie you up or do something stupid and make me knock you out. Your choice," Says Carl with a small smirk at the end of his sentence. Carl's dad looks at him a little shocked by his choice of words.

And here I was thinking Carl was nice.

"Well before I make that choice, Why would you knock me out? You, Carl, obviously aren't going to. If you were going to do it, you wouldn't have said anything," I say with attitude not appreciated by Carl. His dad chuckles at my remark.

"Just trying to be a gentleman," He replies as he bows sarcastically. Slightly tipping his hat. I roll my eyes.

"All clear!" I hear the man with the crossbow say loudly.
"Thanks guys" Says Carl's dad. He then turns towards me.

I feel a impact on the back of my head as I fall. The hit followed by pain. I feel my head throbbing as I hit the ground.

I see Carl walking towards me as my vision blurs and I slip into nothing.
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Sorry for the shortish chapter but yay new update!
It nearly the end of the quarter so tests and studies have been putting me through hell.
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