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THE only thing I could see was a big blob of some sort of cowboy hat. Where was I? I soon saw a book bag swing over what seemed to be a girl I think around my age's shoulder and onto the floor. My head was spinning. I closed my eyes, and when I opened them again, I saw the bright sun. I had a massive migraine and I could feel the vomit dribbling down my chin and onto my otherwise already dirty clothes. The sun felt so good despite it. I am so cold, so very cold. I was being carried, as far as I could tell because I was being jolted up and down by the running. I could hear faint screams of: '
What happened' 'Who's she?' And a couple of cries. I could feel the muscles from the arms carrying me straining on my tan skin. ' I know this kid' I thought briefly. Probably just a quirk from slowly falling in and and out of consciousness and insanity.
"CARL!" I heard a man with a gruff voice yell, "Is that your blood?!"
Blood?
"No.." I couldn't hear some of the sentence, but it ended with: her's. And: help.
Wait? Carl? Carl... Who... Wait. Carl Grimes? The idiot from the second grade who sat in the back of class and always flipped his dark brown locks. Please don't be him. If the muscled man carrying me is him, he is watching me vomit all over myself. And... I smell.
"Hey! Grimes!" A woman's voice called as I heard a gun load.
This answered my thoughts. I tried to run, but I think I fell or just passed out. But Carl was here. HERE. Let's see how this will go. I hope he doesn't remember me.
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RomanceEmma wakes up. Heart pounding, mouth dry, vision blurry, and memory coming back in line. She recognizes Carl, a boy she went to school with. Will she catch up with him, or leave him behind because of personal commitment issues. She doesn't trust any...
