Again- A Walking Dead FanFiction (ON HOLD)

Pizza

----------------------------------------------I am so sorry I haven't posted for a few days. I need to write some more parts and I will be posting everyday. (At least try.) Also thanks for 500 views. I love you all. ----------------------------------------------

"Carl, Rick!" I yelled over and over again. The walker was now grabbing my hand trying to bite. I used one hand to pull it off of me. I slipped but caught the bottom rail. My heart was racing I started to breath heavy. "Carl!" I screamed again. I saw the lifeless body fall to the ground and Carl walking towards me. "Carl, help!" I said repeating. "Give me your hand." "Carl, I'm gonna fall." "No you won't give me you hand." I soon had the courage to lift up my hand. He grabbed me with both arms pulling me up. The top of the metal ran across my stomach. I fell on the ground as my eyes filled up with tears, I started to blink them away. I stood up and hugged Carl, his fingers ran through my hair. "Your okay now." He grabbed my hand as he took me down stairs. The walkers were still banging on the door. We went out the other way with the walkers making to much sound, Rick let go of the door and started to run to the prison. "I hate you all." I screamed at the walkers, knowing they don't understand me. Michonne ran to me. "You alright you look pretty banged up." "I'm fine." I started to cough again. "Ashton, you should really get some sleep." Hershel said putting his hand on my back. I nodded and walked to my jail cell. Rick came in behind me, "Thanks, with those walkers." "All I did was almost die, I didn't help anyone." "You help me." He said with a smile. "Night." I turned over and looked at the wall. There were carvings in the wall, I started traced over them with my finger. I feel asleep soon after that.

I woke up that morning feeling better then ever. The fever was gone and my throat wasn't sore anymore. I guess it was a just a cold, most people still feel sick and 10 people have died since last night. Most of the walkers were dead and Carol was burning the dead body's. I stood there watching them burn as the smoke was going into the air. I started to walk around the Prison looking closely at everything. I seen most if this stuff a million times. Except for one thing, it read February 27, 2017, 12:34 and 18.3 seconds. I grabbed it and started to walk back to my cell. I put it on the wall and watched the to time past. Carl came in. "Woah." No one really knew the time we just guessed most of the time. My birthday was July 19 so I had enough time to worry about my birthday, like anyone would care. Carl still stared at the clock, he sat right next to me and put his hand on my thigh, I put my hand over top of his hand. I looked in to his beautiful blue eyes as he looked in my hazel eyes. "You know what I can go for." I said trying to break the silence. "What?" "Pizza." I started to giggle. "I wish." The silence filled up the air again. Michonne came in to see us looking at each other. "Am I interrupting something." She laughed. "No, your good." Carl said, laughing with her. "Okay good, do you guys want anything I'm going on a run with Hershel." "Ooh, if you find any will you bring back some comic books." Carl asked. Michonne started to laugh. "Okay, you Ashton?" "Unless you can find some pizza I think I'm good." I giggled. "Okay I'll try." Laughing.