One Bullet....Two Lives... (A Walking Dead Fanfic)

Well crap...

"Be afraid...VERY afraid."

Chapter Thirty-Four

~Angel's POV~

Flashes and blurs was all my eyes would let me see. Carl laying on the floor....the smell of blood strong in the air....shadows moving left and right..constant bumps and shifting..I couldn't comprehend what was happening. My eyes were closed this time, I couldn't open them. It felt like I was disconnected from my body, no control over it. I tried remembering what happened, but a sharp shock of pain in my crown told me not to.

Voices eventually floated into my ears after the ringing stopped. My mouth felt like I had eaten sandpaper, my eyes burning and itchy. I cracked open my eyes, images still distorted. Once it cleared, I saw Carl again. He was laying on his stomach, his head turned towards me. His hair had fallen over his closed eyes, dirt smudged onto his face. His hands and feet were tied with rope and I noticed we were in a car...a truck to be specific.

I felt the truck bed underneath me, cold and uncomfortable. I craned my neck around, seeing the back of three people's heads in the driver and passengers seat. The window in the back was latched shut, a hood cap placed above us. I could hear the wind whistling outside as we zoomed by, the loud engine breaking the silence. My head throbbed as I tried, as quietly as I could, to sit up. My aching muscles responded, making me groan and clench my fists. How long have we been in here?

I felt the rope rub against my skin and sighed. I crawled on my elbows towards Carl, giving him a little nudge. When he didn't respond, I shook him, still no answer. My heart picked up a little as he just lied there motionless. I whispered his name in his ear several times but nothing worked. I grunted as I put my hands on his shoulder and shoved him. After a little of struggling, I got him on his back, his head lolling to the right. My bottom lip started quivering as I laid my head on his chest.

With all the noise going around me, I couldn't hear a heartbeat. I shook my head and listened closer to no avail. I tried not to let the panic spread, but sweat was already running down my flushed face. I felt my heart prick with pain as I looked at him. He couldn't be gone..not yet..he isn't. I looked back at the strangers, making sure none of them knew I had awoken. Something tells me and Carl didn't willingly go with these people.

I looked at the windows behind me, seeing the afternoon sun sink below the trees. My stiff neck and aching muscles told me we have been on the road or on the move for most of the day. I moved towards Carl's face and leaned down towards his mouth. I hovered my ear above his mouth, waiting in painful minutes. Finally, his breath tickled my ear. He was breathing slowly, my eyes finally seeing his chest go up and down.

I let out a sigh of relief and nodded to myself. He is alive, He is just fine. Anger replaced my fear, anger that coursed through my veins and pounded in my head. We had just got everybody back, we were a family again...then this shit happens. I took deep breaths and continued watching walkers try to chase after the truck on the road. I could hear Carl's screams echoing in my head from back at the Safe Haven.

I knew that people were infected in that place, why did nobody listen to me? I only hoped and prayed that Rick and everybody else made it out alive. The thought of Judith being in the rotting hands of a Walker was enough to make my stomach do flip flops. I should've told somebody, I should have told Rick. I looked down at my hands tied in front of me. My knuckles turned from an angry red, to a blue and purplish blotch. Punching the wall probably wasn't the best thing to do.