"Carl." A voice said. "Don't shoot."
Ah, so this bastard's name was Carl.
"Hey, uh, Carl, was it?" I began. "Might I asked why you're pointing a gun to my neck?"
"You could've killed us." He said.
"Ah, you see, but I didn't." I replied.
"Why don't you just remove the gun you have pointed to our necks and we'll be on our way." I tried to reason.
I guess it worked because he slowly removed the gun from our necks. Jack slowly turned around and his eyes widened. "Jack, what is it?" I asked.
"Dad!" He yelled.
"Jack don't be s- Oh my God." I said.
Jack soon started running over to him, while I just stood there in shock, along with the rest of his group.
"Jack." He said. He then look over to me.
"Dad." I said. I then ran into his arms and cried. "I- I.."
"It's alright." He said.
"I'm here now."
â€Â¢ { this means time skip }
After we had met everyone, were shown our cells, Rick had called us over.
"Hey! Uh, Jack! Harley!" He shouted.
"Yea?" We responded.
"Need to ask you some questions."
"Ask away." Jack said.
"Ok, so, Harley." He began.
"How many walkers have you killed?"
"Too many to count." I responded.
"How many people have you killed and why?"
I took a deep breath and responded.
"F-four. Because, they tried to... you know..."
"Yea I get it... Go on." He said.
"And the last one was my mom, because she... She was b-bit."
"And Jack, how about you?"
Rick said.
"I've killed about 50 to 70 walkers, mostly because Harley was the one who'd killed the most, 2 people, because they were bit."
He simply responded.
[ Jack is 10 ]
"Alright." Rick said. "Everybody's approved of you guys staying here. Welcome to the group." He said. He then smiled and walked away.
So this is life now, huh?
