There is no cure (Carl Grimes)

Chapter 30

"She will not be anywhere near him. He broke her, hurt her, abused her, almost raped her!" I hear a deep voice yell. I turn the nob, and throw my clothes back on.

The stinging feeling doesn't leave my body; even with my hair dried, and clothes on. I go to my room, close the door, and hop out the window. I need to leave. If he's in here I need to be out there. I grabbed the sticks Enid, and I buried behind my house so we could sneak out together, and quickly started climbing up the wall. I felt my knife in my pocket, and the kitchen timer she found for me. Once I was over I rushed to the abandoned houses, and found my gun. She had finally convinced me in leaving things hidden outside. I'm going to find her.

I walk along the scattered leaves looking for any non-walker footprints. I look in areas where I thought she'd be, but wasn't. I had trailed off far from Alexandria I ended up where I found my father. She could be here. I searched the houses, and gathered material, as I went on my search. The sun was setting. That's when I finally gave up. I locked the door. Slowly, I dragged my feet around the house. I'll just stay here till morning.

I sat beside the window. I pulled a blanket on the dirty floor, and sat beside the dusty window. I watched the sun fall, and the stars appear. A star twinkled brightly. A small smile creeps on my face. Oh Merle. If I could only see you again. Without getting bit, or high. Why couldn't you be immune?

"Everything is falling apart right now," I sigh. "You didn't kill him, Merle. You-you left him to live, and the worst part is he survived. He's immune." I look around the empty room, and scoffed. You're talking to yourself.

That's when I heard a gun ring out through the streets. It was a small noise, but loud enough to be heard. I knew that sound. It was the same gun I had. It was a gun Enid had. I rushed out to the window, and saw her. It was hard to tell, but it was here. It had to be.

"Enid!" I shout, as I run out the house. Her eyes glimmer with happiness, and relief. She clings onto me, as I hug her.

"Where have you been?" I gasp. Her skin is covered in dirt, and her hair is in a tangled mess. Her clothes have holes in several places.

"Someone took me, and they've been following me. I can't get them off my trail," she says frightened looking around. "They're close," she whispers. I grab her, and pull her into the abandoned house.

"Who?" I ask.

"Some men. They're insane, Mary. They have letters written on their foreheads. They keep tracking me down. I had to kill two," she says. Before, I could say anything I hear voices.

"Upstairs," I say, and we sprint up the stairs and into an empty room.

"We'll hop out the window," I say. We do that, and sprint, as far away as we could from them. Dodging walkers, killing them, running, and tracking our way back home, like we did weeks ago. Breathlessly, we came to a stop by the wall.

"They shouldn't track us here," I say surely. She nods, and I let her go in first. She throws them back, and I hurry to get to the other side. I see her struggling to put the mess of hair in a pony tail.

"I missed you," I say.

"I missed you too," she says.

"And Ron," I add with a smirk. She nods.

"My dad," I sigh. She knows. I told her everything. I had never had a best friend, or anyone besides Carl actually listen to me. Enid did. "He's alive," she gasps. "He's here." Her eyes pop out of her skull. She pulls me into another hug.

"Jesus, Mar! How are you dealing with it?" She holds my shoulders to look at me.

"I want to kill him," I say anger boiling inside of me.

"I know. I would too, but you need to be calm for a while. Then, kill him," she says calmly. I nod, and change the subject.

"Let's go to Ron's," I say. We make our way through the darkness.

"How is he with his gun training, and is he better with his knife? What about walkers? Have you talked to him about them? Does he still smile?" She kept going on till we were in front of his house.

"En! Shut up," I laugh, and she does. I can see her cheeks burn through the dark, as I knock on the door. Ron opens the door, and his eyes land to Enid's. I leave them, and wander home. I did it. I found her. She's perfectly fine. So I thought.

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I know another short chapter...