Are You Sure?

Chapter 3

Emma's P.O.V.
Carl leaned up and knocked on the door, " Hey, Maggie. You have a visitor." He said.
"Carl? Who is it?" Maggie Green swung the door open and looked directly at me. I dropped my crutches and Carl looked at both of us, clearly confused.
"Emma? Emma Dwyer?" Maggie asked, tears rimming her eyes.
I nodded slowly, biting down on my bottom lip, trying not to cry.
She ran up to me and swept me into her arms, hugging me tightly.
"Maggie!" I cried into her hair. She set me down gently. "Where-," I said looking around, "Where's Beth?" I was still smiling.
That was, until, I saw Carl take off his hat and scratch his head, putting it down. Maggie's smile disappeared and her hands drew up to her face.
Hershel. Now Beth.. Poor Maggie.
"Maggie- I'm.. I'm so sorry." I started to cry myself, remembering the fact that Emily helped me build my first fence.

A tall, dark haired, Korean man ran out after hearing the sobs. "Maggie?" He asked concerned. Then he looked up at me, "Who the hell are you and what did you do to my wife?" He asked defensively.
"N-Nothing." I stuttered.
"It's okay, Glenn." She assured him. "Emma, this is my husband, Glenn."

Husband? Holy crap. It really has been a long time. What day is it?
"Nice to meet you." He said, going straight in for a hug.
"You too." I smiled.

"We met when she moved into the barn about 5 miles down from ours, she was eight or nine. She knew dad and Beth." Maggie stated, clearing it up for Glenn and Carl, "She has always been like my second little sister. And Beth's best friend."

"Oh." Glenn and Carl trailed out. And all of us laughed.
"We better get you to my dad. He'll want to see you." Carl said.
"We will catch up later then?" Maggie asked me.
"Absolutely! Over tea?" I said bringing back an old joke.
She giggled, "Sure madam."

As we walked away, and well limped away, with the help of my crutches of course, Carl looked at me.
"What?" I asked.
"Nothin'." He said.
"Carl, I know you. What is it?" I tested.
"Barely. You barely know me." He said, and it stung.
"Sorry.." I mumbled.
"No. I am..," He sighed, " Ever since..."
"Since what Carl?"
"Since I had to.. kill my mom, it-it's been hard. Really hard."
"My dad.. he got bit. I watched him get torn to shreds. He did it to save me, shoved me away from a herd of 'em. My mom, well..," I could feel myself starting to cry, "I haven't found her yet."
"What do you mean?" He asked.
"I-I don't want to talk about this." I stated.
"Okay..."

Just as Carl was about to say something, Enid walked up, smiling and strutting straight to Carl.
"Hey, Enid." I said.
She shifted her eyes to look at me," Yeah." She said.
Carl looked at her, then to me.
"Run?" Enid asked.
"No, I'm going to stick with Emma."
"But we always run." Enid interrupted again.
"No, you do. And I chase you because I don't want to you to get eaten alive. Remember?" Carl giggled.
"Yeah." She laughed, an awful laugh. It was like some sort of snort and hiccup.
"So, bye.." Carl said.
I mentally laughed to myself.
"Yeah. Uh. Bye." She said before running away.

"What's up her butt?" I asked.
"I don't know. I mean, I know she gets paranoid. But, that wasn't paranoid, that was plain bitchy." He said.
I smiled at him and he shoved his hands in his pockets, tilting his hat toward the ground.

"Hey Carl?"
"Hm?"
"What day is it? Do you know?" I asked timidly. He looked at me as if I were a scared lost little child.
"March 22nd. Why?" He asked.
"Carl..It's my birthday..."
"Happy Birthday Emma!," He exclaimed, "I turned 15 in June last year. But you are turning 15, right?"
"Yeah..." I said. I felt all the color drain from my face. I felt like vomiting.
"Well, what's wrong?"

I felt it. I dropped my crutches and hopped as fast as I could over to a bush. I pulled back my hair in one hand and puked. Trying to balance on one foot, I hobbled around. Carl came dashing up to me and wrapped his arm around me, using the other one to pull my hair tie off my wrist and wrapped it around my hair. He then carefully placed his other arm around me.
Without thinking, I reached down and held his arm. When I was finished, I let go of his arm and he helped me back over to my crutches. I pulled out the hair tie and my hair flowed out. He watched me carefully as I pushed it back with one hand.
I broke the silence by saying:, "I need a shower. And a toothbrush." I laughed.
But Carl only stood and looked at me; puzzled look on his face.