All We Have Left- Carl Grimes

Chapter 1

"The sign says Terminus is only a five minute walk away" My dad says, staring at the familiar Terminus sign.

Surprisingly, almost all of my family is still alive. I've heard multiple stories about how everyone else's family had been torn apart by the walkers. Although my family wasn't huge, they were still alive. My dad, a short yet muscular man, also my mom, a thin fragile woman. They don't talk to each other much, or get along. I don't expect them to go to couples counseling, it is the apocalypse.

Also my twin sister. Emma, who obviously, looks like me, but acts polar opposite. She decides to keep her hair long and in a ponytail, whilst I keep mine short at shoulder length and down around my face. Its not that we don't get along because we are so opposite, actually, that's the reason we DO get along. She will cry about getting a scraped knee and I will comfort her and get a band-aid, but if I get a scraped knee, I would insist I'm fine but she would get me a band-aid anyway. It's how we work, like two gears going different ways, if they went the same way the machine wouldn't work.

My whole family, dad, mom, and sister began walking the five minute walk to Terminus. It sounds promising, a place with food, water and protection.

We reach Terminus, a huge brick building with T-E-R-M-I-N-U-S in the windows, a letter in each space. My dad guides us over to the front of the building, being careful looking everywhere. Emma cowers behind me while I have a tight grip on my pistol behind my back. A thin man steps out from a door, an uneasy grin on his face. We all straighten up, and my gun points to his face.

We stand defenseless outside of the doors, while people appear at the top of the building pointing guns at us. "Sophia, are they going to shoot us?" Emma asks, sounding like my five year old sister rather then my twin.

A few more people come out, carrying guns keeping a steady aim on us. "Put your weapons down!" One of them yells. I look at them wishing things no person that's sane should ever be thinking. Dad and mom looks back at us, mercy in their eyes. Dad nods at me, and I understand I have to drop my weapon but I don't want to. I want to hold the gun like a baby and fire it and protect everyone. But I'm not a superhero. I'm just Sophia Castana.

I throw my gun out in front of me, and raise my hands above my head. I hate being controlled. I hate being forced to do something. It's the worst feeling imaginable.

They lead everyone into separate places, and I try to look to see where they lead my family, but they keep my eyes forward. I'm dragged to an old red dump truck, where I'm shoved inside. I'm thankful they didn't bind my wrists. "asshole!" I scream at the man who threw me in, but he slammed the doors shut. I couldn't see anything but pure darkness in the truck. "hello there" A deep voice says on the other side.

"What? Who's there?" I ask, panicked because I can't see a damned thing. I hear footsteps come toward me and I immediately back away, but the truck isn't big and my back is against the wall. The footsteps don't stop coming toward me.

"I'm not going to hurt you I promise. I see your face in the light, but you haven't seen mine and I'm pretty sure I'm about to die, so,-" they say, and suddenly lips are on mine and I have no words but to try to enjoy the lips because I realize what he's saying.

We are going to die. So I let the stranger kiss me, and I try to kiss him back but it's my first kiss and I can't see them or even make out a single feature in his face. I wouldn't know if he's a good kisser or not because I've never kissed anyone but all I can say is that his lips were warm. Nothing else other than warm.

He takes his lips from mine and I reach my hand to try and touch them, just to know this is real. I'm not hallucinating. I feel his chin in my hand and hair touch my hand. All I know is that his chin is sharp and hair is long. And I wish I knew more. I wish I could dig into their soul and expose his memories and secrets, I wanted to sit there and talk to him. I wanted to know who he was and I don't even care what he looked like.

But there was explosions.
And there were guns.
And there was smoke.
And all we could do was feel the entire truck vibrate with bombs and we couldn't hear anything but fear.