Still breathing | Carl Grimes TWD

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I hate hospitals, always have, and always will. At the horrible age of nine years old, I got two broken ribs, a broken leg, and a fractured arm. How, you may ask, simple answer: my asshole grandfather. The cover-up story was that I got hit by a car while on my bike, which was very true. I had to stay in the hospital for two weeks.
Now I stand in front of some stupid run-down hospital with Ford by my side. The place smelled horrible, dead bodies were everywhere. Now the inside wasn't any better, maybe even worse. Blood was everywhere, bodies lined up and shot in the head, guts EVERYWHERE.

I looked at Ford, "You see anything move, bark."

I'm assuming he understands and keeps going. We raided the supply closets for any bandages, medicines, and other things useful. Maybe we can stay in one of the rooms with a window for the night.
We walked down a hallway until we noticed something strange. A bed was in front of a door like someone was keeping walkers out of there.
I took the binder that was on the door and opened it up. The binder was full of the patient files, and then we went inside. Inside was a man lying in a bed. He didn't look like a walker.

Ford and I approach him. I took out my knife just in case, as I check the man's pulse, it was still strong.
With that, I went back out and pulled the bed in front of the door again. I went and sat down in a chair by the bed and opened up the binder.

The man's name was Rick Grimes, he was a cop. He'd got shot while on duty. The man had a wife and child, but there was no information on them. Most likely now they're dead...

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I lost track of time by now, but it had to be at least a month since I got to the hospital. Ford and I would go on a supply run every few days. Some days I changed Mr. Grimes's bandages and fluids.
During this time I've been able to read the first three Percy Jackson books. I love them. Ford seemed to not hate listening to me read them aloud.

"Hello..?"

I look over at the bed, Rick was awake. "Hi," I said in response, not knowing what to say.

Explaining what was happening in the world was more than difficult. Mr.Grimes at first thought I was insane until I showed him the hallways of the hospital.

"And you're all alone," Rick asked again for what seemed like the tenth time.
"Yes Mr.Grimes, it's just Ford and me. I got separated from my Dad and Uncle," I explained again.

"Sorry, I must be pretty annoying."

"You are. But that's fine I guess.."

"I'm going to find my son and wife, would you like to go with me?" Rick asked.

I look at him like he's crazy. Right now, he wouldn't last a day by himself out there. Not alone. So against my better judgment, I agreed. Ford and I would be going with Rick Grimes, even though we've only known him for minutes.

"We'll come with you."

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I walked back into Rick's hospital room with clothes and shoes I found in another room. Rick was sitting on the bed eating a can of vegetables while Ford just stared at him. I had told Ford to watch him, but I didn't think he'd take it seriously, well then again he is a dog...

"Here are some clothes for you to change into until we get to your house," I tossed the clothes onto the bed and sat back down in my normal chair.

"Where'd you get these?" Rick asked, he was still in shock. He couldn't believe the situation still, but as soon as he sees a walker, he will see how real it is.

"I got them out of some other rooms, they won't be needing them anymore. You should just go get changed, so we can leave, it will get dark out eventually."

The man nodded and grabbed the clothes. He slowly made his way to the bathroom and went in.

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Rick, Ford, and I walked away from the hospital. Rick looked like he was terrified, I couldn't blame him, this was a lot to take in. Shockingly, he didn't ask any questions, probably caught on that I didn't like them.

After about ten minutes of walking, we found some bikes. A walker that had its body ripped in half was behind them. I didn't say anything yet, just letting Rick grab a bike and see the thing himself.
The man gasped, stumbling backward, falling to the ground as the walker groaned.

"What the hell-what is- what is that thing," Rick asked, fear lacing his voice.
I took out my katana and stabbed the thing in the head. I looked at Rick, "that my friend is a walker. It's not human anymore, it's a monster."

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5/25/2022