Lost (Carl Grimes love story; Completed)

Chapter 23

2 years later. (Long chapter warning)

Carl- 18 years old

Elizabeth- 18 years old

Sierra and James- 8 years old

Judith- 7 years old

Cloe- 16 years old

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Elizabeth's pov:

It's been two years and we've been in and out of houses but I think we have finally found a little place where we can live and function ourselves. We have been here for two weeks and haven't had any walker attacks. Only a walker or two every once in a while, but the wires that Carl, Cloe and I put up mades it a bit hard for them to see through.

"Mommy." The twins were looking up at me.

"Yes baby?" I turned to them.

"Can we learn how to use those yet?" James asked.

I huffed and knew they were old enough.. And that in this world you need to know how to protect yourself.

"Let's start with knifes."

They smiled and ran outside waiting for me.

I grabbed three knifes and walked outside to our small yard. I gave Sierra and James a knife and looked at them with a serious face.

"These are not toys... They kill... You can't be careless around them you have to pay attention at all times... Do you understand?" I waited for an answer.

"Yes ma'am." They both said.

I smiled and walked to the yard and stood in front of them with the third knife in my hand. I sat down and looked at it. Remembering my past with blades..

I shake the thought off and hold up the knife.

"This kids, is a knife. You use it for self defense. You can stab scratchers with it. But." I held up my finger. "You can only kill the scratchers by stabbing it in the head." I told them to wait right were they were and I went out and got a scratcher. I came back and saw a horrified expression cover the twins faces.

"Now kids... What do you do?" I held the scratcher by the back of his clothes.

They shook their heads no and backed up a bit.

"You guys can't be scared.. You have to be strong."

James raised his hand and stepped up holding the knife in his hand. He took a step to the scratcher and stabbed it in the leg.

"You have to stab it in the head smart one." Sierra crossed her arm leaning on one leg.

I bent the scratcher down so it was eye level with James.

James closed his eyes taking a deep breath and letting it out opening his eyes stabbing the scratcher in between the eyes.

I was shocked he was able to do it...

"Like that?" James questioned.

"Yeah" I nodded.

We walked in the house after a hour or two of knife training.

"Can we learn how to use the other ones now?" James suggested.

"No I think we've had enough training for today. What about tomorrow." I smiled patting his head.