Surviving

Chapter seven

"Dad please don't make me leave her." I hear Carl plead through his tears. "Carl we can't stay. The prison is on fire." I hear Rick whisper back. I hear people screaming. I hear people crying. Just as I drift off into unconsciousness I feel Carl plant a kiss on my forehead, as his tears fall on my face, and walk away, helping his limping father, from the prison. I wake up to discover everyone is gone. I get up slowly and begin limping towards the woods. I walk for what seems like hours. Maybe it's just my leg or maybe I really have been walking for hours. Every step sends a sharp pain through my leg. I have to find Carl. I can't loose the last person I care about. I just keep walking and walking. It's getting dark. I really have been walking for hours. The walkers get more active at night so I decide to find a tree. I check and make sure I still have my knife. I find the loop on my pants and feel the cold tip of my knife.  I find a high tree and attempt climbing it. After falling a few times I finally figure out how to get up. I sit on the biggest, sturdiest branch and stare into the darkness. I hear the walkers moaning below me and just stare at them. I think about how my family almost became one of those.... things.... I think about the terrified look on their faces as they died. Then with no emotion I shot them. I should be the dead one. They should still be alive. I cry ad make terrible choking noises. I don't care if the walkers hear me. I grip my head as the tears fall to the ground. I hear thuds as walkers fall to the ground. I look down and see a familiar face. Michonne. "Who ever tat is in the tree if you don't want to die you need to shutup." I hear her say sternly trying to see who I am. "Just. Just leave." I say sharply. "If your going to be that way i'll just stay here." she says walking to the next tree over. I watch her climb up and settle down. Soon enough she drifts off. I stay awake and stare at the sky. The sun begins to rise. I don't feel the pain in my leg anymore. I fumble for my knife and hold the handle tight in my hand. I touch the tip to my wrist and cut it. I cut it to know if I could still feel pain. I'm completely numb. I turn to see Michonne waking up. She turns to see my face. "Let's get going." I say beginning to climb down the tree. Michonne does so in one swift jump. We soon come across a small neighborhood. We hear something in one of the houses as we walk by. It is too organized to be a walker. I run to the house and ring the doorbell. I stand waiting for the door to open. Instead I hear a very familiar voice speak, "It's for you." and then laughter. Someone finally opens the door. I see the only face I wanted right now. Carl.