Just Another Monster {TWD/Carl Grimes FanFiction}

Chapter 11: The Aftermath

(The above picture is what Kara looks like)

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About a week passed and nothing too interesting happened. I went to school, hung out with Enid, Carl, and Charlie, and had fun, until Tara, Glenn, Eugene, Nicholas, Aiden, and Noah went on a run right before I was supposed to take off my adhesive strips, which is why I didn't go. I agreed that I should go next time, but something really bad happened.

When they came back, Glenn announced that Aiden and Noah died. I was pretty upset and startled by the news. To be honest, I never liked Aiden so his death didn't matter much to me, and Deanna wanted to give him a private funeral anyway. She only wanted immediate family. She was very upset about her sons death, and I felt really bad for her. I can't imagine how it must feel to loose a son.

In the few days that I knew Noah, I quickly learned that he was a sweet, funny, and ambitious guy. We would talk pretty often and he would mostly rant about what he envisioned for Alexandria. He wanted this place to grow into a large thriving community where people would go for safety, and prosperity. He had so many amazing and outrageous ideas that would make Alexandria a place for all. After the announcement, I asked Glenn how Noah died, but he wouldn't talk about it. It was understandable why he wouldn't want to, so I left it alone. He seemed so traumatized and frazzled, that I didn't want to bother him further, and it probably brought back haunting memories.

A day after his death, a funeral was held in Noah's honor. I respectfully attended, along with almost the entire town. It was amazing to see all the support from almost the entire town in this tough time. Carls group especially seemed to be sad which was expected because they knew him the best. Some people made speeches like Rick and other people from his group, but one thing that concerned me was that during the entire funeral, and since we found out about Noah's death, Carl was completely emotionless. He was completely neutral as if he's done this a million times which I'm sure he has. That made me think about the horrors of his past. I felt so bad for him. He's had to deal with yet another loved one's death. But that's just our reality and we can't do anything about it.

Mikey's been trying to apologize for what he did, but he really blew it this time. A small part of me thinks that I should let him apologize because he was drunk after all and unaware of his actions, but the jury in my brain thinks otherwise.

~Present day~

My eyes trail over my wrist watch checking the time. It was 3:34 and the day was still young. I was finishing up packing a bag of supplies to hangout in the woods with Charlie. I haven't gotten much time with him lately and I realized that I should probably spend more time with him, so I thought there would be no better way then fooling around in the woods. I did take into consideration the risk, but Charlie has a weapon and he's smart and knows what to do if anything happened, so I wasn't that worried.

I knock on Charlie's door twice. "You almost ready?" I yell.

"Ready!" He yells back with a muffled sound. The door opens almost immediately following his reply. I move to the side to let him go.

Before Charlie reaches the bottom of the stairs I hollar, "I'll be down in a minuet ok?" He turns his head, his hand grasping the arm of his backpack and nods in agreement. He continues to walk down the stairs.

I walk back in my room and finish packing my bag on my bed. I put in some granola bars, along with some fresh fruit and two large water bottles. I put my hunting knife in the front pocket of my jeans, along with my gun in its distinct holder on the other side. Lastly I add in a small first aid kit. I slide the back bag on my shoulders and head downstairs.