Stay With Me *Walking Dead Fan Fiction*

Chapter 14

(EMMA IS A NEW CHARACTER COMING IN. JUST GO ALONG WITH HER POV AS IT GOES.)

*Emma's POV*

I've been sneaking in and out of this prison I found. There are a group of people that seem to have a community. I have to make sure they are good people, keeping note of the bad people from the past.

I've been hiding in a secret room every night. Right before daylight I open the gates and leave. I climb up a high tree and start to watch as the people in the prison start their everyday process.

Before this crazy zombie thing happened, I had an amazing life. A amazing bestfriend named Rachel and a amazing boyfriend named Carl Grimes. I never got to see him again sadly. Rachel and him are probably dead.

I have no idea when I'm going to talk to the prison people, but when I do, I'll be sure to tell them that I've been having close watch on them lately.

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*Carl's POV*

I get up early this morning with Rachel sleeping quietly at my side. I smile and kiss her forehead softly as I get up to go on watch. I grab my gun and my hat and head outside.

After I spend about 15 minutes quickly stabbing walkers' heads, I see something move rapidly out of the corner of my eye. My head immediately snaps toward the direction, and I slowly start to walk down the aisle of fence.

I make a sharp right turn and start to jog. As I keep jogging, I run past a little open corridor in one of the buildings.

At first I don't see anything, but then I feel like I spot a person-like figure sitting there. I slowly walk backwards, my heart beating faster with each step. Please don't let it be a walker, I say to myself.

Fortunately, it's not a walker.

It's a girl. A girl my age.

To be honest, she's pretty. She has dirty blonde hair and bright blue eyes, and they widen as we make eye contact.

Then I realize why.

It's Emma.

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*Rachel's POV*

I wake up, expecting to feel Carl at my side. But he's not. I suddenly remember it's his shift to take watch today. I smile to myself, relieved, and decide to get up anyway and surprise him.

I tie my old, black combat boots, and start to head out. I check all around the front, but I don't see him anywhere. I start to panic. Where is he? Is he okay?

I start to jog around, frantically looking for Carl. I make a sharp right turn, and am relieved to see him standing there.

But he's not alone, he's with a girl.

And that girl is my best friend Emma Claire Brewer.

"Emma?!" I practically screech as I see her. Her eyes make contact with mine, and she beams with excitement as she runs up to me and grabs me in a tight embrace.

She buries her face is my dark green jacket and starts to cry. "I've missed you so much," she says. "I thought you were dead. I thought you both were," she says, motioning towards Carl.

I can tell he feels uncomfortable, he only fiddles with his hands when he's either nervous or worried. I walk over to him and grab his hands. "Hey, are you okay?" I ask.

He runs his fingers quickly through his hair and takes a deep breath. "Yeah, I'm fine," he says, avoiding eye contact.

I start to feel a little uncomfortable myself and just smile lightly and say, "Okay." I grab Emma by the hand and say, "So how did you make it out here all alone?"

She smiles, "Oh, it was tough. I had to kill almost every human that tried to help me." she says, her smile suddenly a frown.

"Why?" I ask, suddenly confused.

"They-" she begins. "They-They all got bit. Including my parents..."

"Oh Emma," I say, and pull her into yet another tight hug. I feel her start to softly sob into my jacket.

"Come on," I say, and drag her into the prison, with Carl not far behind. "Let's go tell everybody that you're here."

She smiles weakly and walks inside with me. I wonder what's wrong with Carl.

Oh well, I shouldn't worry about him right now. I have Emma here now, she'll help me keep my anxiety down and help me keep some space away from Carl.

I can tell that it's going to be awkward for Emma and Carl, only for one reason.

They used to date, before this world turned into a hellhole.