The Love Of A Girl ·C.G.· |The Love Of A Boy Sequel|

•Chapter Twenty-Eight•

|Haileys P.o.v.|

The next couple of hours were all in slow motion. We made it into the Anderson house where we found that Deanna had been bitten. The twins followed us into the house and got their mother comfy in a bedroom, although they wanted to deny the inevitable they knew the process. Rachael and Randall were not with us and it was obvious the twins were overwhelmed with emotion. Nothing quite like this has ever happened to them and a part of me felt sorry for them.

Carl and I haven't spoken to each other since we got into the house. I can tell by his body language though that he's worried and I would be lying if I said I wasn't either. Walkers were now in the place we call home and to be honest I've been so worried about people that I forgot how dangerous walkers can be.

I walk out of the bedroom and music fills my ears. I look to my left and there is Jessie's youngest son Sam standing in the door way petrified. I recognize that look because that's the same look James gave me the day our mother died. I felt for the boy so I make my way over to him and turn off the music in his room. He stares at me confused.

"We have to be quiet okay? I'm going to shut the door." I tell him. Sam gives no response and sits on his bed. I close the door and sigh. Poor kid.

I walk into one of the other bedrooms where I find Judith standing in a playpen. She smiles wide at me unaware of the situation we're in. I give her a small smile back. I exit the room to go back to the one everyone was in and notice Carl is missing. As I walk down the stairs to try to find him there's a loud crash from the garage. My heart pounds as I run to the garage door and try to open it but it doesn't budge.

"Rick! Somethings happening and I think Carl's in there." I shout. Rick comes running down with Jessie but even he can't get the door open.

Carl please be okay. Please.

Rick grabs his ax and hacks the lock and nob away which opens the door. Carl and Ron both come running and I immediately wrap my arms around him. I pull away from the quick hug and examine him noticing a red mark on his throat.

"What the hell?" I ask.

Before he could respond walkers start banging on the door and we quickly push our bodies against it. Rick runs off and brings one of the sofas with the help of others. Pushing the sofa up against the door reminds me of the time at the barn when we had to keep the walkers out. If we did it then we can do it now. My legs begin to burn already but I can't let go.

"What happened in there?" Rick asks his son the same question I want an answer to. Carl told him tools fell, but the mark I only noticed on his neck tells a different story. Ron then interrupts going on about nightstands in his mothers room and Carl offered to help grab them. The boys went off upstairs but I don't trust them two together.

I glance at Rick who is using all his force against this door and he jerks his head to the boys direction. I got the hint that he wants me to follow them so I quickly am at Carls heals. We enter into a room and I turn to shut the door just incase. I turn back to the boys and to my surprise Carl has his gun pulled on Ron.

"Carl!" I whisper yell. I don't like Ron either but we can't put ourselves in another position to lure walkers to their dinner. I stand behind Carl, watching him as he holds the gun straight at the boy.

"Hand me the gun." He orders Ron.

"I'm sorry Carl." Ron apologizes.

I knew they were fighting in there. The tools were a made up story.

"You were fighting in the garage. Do you understand what that caused?" I ask the boys.

"It was your boyfriend not me." Ron defends.