Stay With Me

July 11, 9:30 AM

***A/N***
Another early chapter! Yay!
***Amie's POV***
I woke up to the sun beating down on my face. Carl left the flap open. "DAMMIT CARL!" He came running over, syrupy face and all. "You left the flap open, AND YOU'RE EATING WITHOUT ME? WHAT THE HELL??" I was pretty pissed off at this point. "I'm sorry, but you were sleeping so good and I didn't know if you would try to kill me if I tried to wake you up! And you snore louder than a chainsaw! I almost punched you after you were using me as a body pillow!"

I giggled to myself, which turned into soft laughter, which turned into me clapping like a retarded seal. "What the heck?" he said while trying not to laugh his bony butt off. "Just so you know, you have a really bony butt," I said to him after I got over my laughing fit. "What the fuck? How do you know that?"

"You were laying on your belly and a rolled over and layed my head across what I thought was your shoulders. Until you farted. In my mouth. And I punched you." I wasn't a hundred percent sure he heard the last part; he was now the one clapping like a retarded seal. Really? It was cute though. "Hey. Hey! HEY!" He fell on the ground from surprise. "Numnuts! Let's go get breakfast, unless you pigs ate it all."

"Naw, we saved you some. Come on." We walked over to a campfire that was a couple hundred yards from anything. Any way you turned you could see either the house, the barn, or the fence. Rick, Lori, and the rest of the group were sitting on logs, in chairs, on the ground, and pretty much anywhere there was room. I walked over and got a plate, and loaded it up with bacon, eggs, sausage, waffles, and some fruit. Carl handed me a cup of orange juice. "Aww, come on! No coffee?" Rick pointed to the cowboy-style coffee pot hanging over the fire and shrugged. I got a cup of it and chugged it down black, then chased it with the orange juice. I scarfed down the bacon and hot eggs. Then I took my time with the sausage and the waffles. "What did you do to this sausage? It's amazing! Or am I just saying that because I haven't had meat in a year?"

"We grilled it. It's a little trick I learned on my stakeouts with Shane. It keeps the meat jucier." He was right. There was grease leaking out of it just from the pressure of holding it. I wanted more, but Carl had just taken the last piece. "Look, Carl! A deer! In the forest! Look at it!" He swiveled his head around and looked into the forest. I took the opportunity to sneak the sausage out of his hand and pop it in my mouth, causing everyone but Carl to laugh.

"HEY! Give it back!" I grinned at him. "You sure you wan' i' backh?" I said as sarcastically as I could without sending it flying out of my mouth. He glared at me. I finished chewing and swallowed what I had in mouth, which consisted of sausage, waffle, and egg. I laughed some more and went back to the tent to find a brooding Carl. I walked in and got what I would assume is the Grimes Death Glare, considering it's the exact same look Rick gave us last night. "What's got your panties in a twist?" I spat at him, putting as much venom in my voice as I could manage.

"YOU!" He spat back with even more venom than me. "Well you need more than one word to back up being a dirtbag!" I almost screamed at him. I thought he was messing with his clothes and stuff, until I saw my pink Winchester bag in his hand and my rolled up sleeping bag next to the flap of the tent. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"
"You are no longer welcome here." I was ready to explode, but I knew I couldn't kill him, so I ran into the barn and climbed up to the hay loft. I couldn't hold it back any longer. I pulled the blade out of my pocket and had it pressed against my skin when I heard a groaning snarl. I looked down to see at least a dozen and a half walkers wandering around. No. There were more. At least two dozen, maybe more, and they were trying to get up the ladder to me. I didn't have my gun or my knife. So I did the only thing I could do. I screamed.

***Carl's POV***

I am such an idiot! How could I do that? I saw the scars on her wrist. I shouldn't have put her through that. So she stole my sausage. Big deal! Why did I react like that? Where did she even go? Then I heard a scream. A female scream. And it was coming from the barn.

I acted instinctively. I grabbed my knives, her knives, and her gun, and I ran. I ran as fast as I could to the entrance of the barn. My dad beat me there. We yanked the door open to see at least two dozen walkers trying to climb up the ladder. We looked up to see Amie with her back pressed against the wall of the barn, a razor blade in her hand. She looked over and saw me, my dad, Shane, and Glenn standing at the door with pots, pans, and guns. I hit the pots and pans together to draw them out, then Glenn, Shane, and Dad took them out with their guns. We waited for all of them to come out before we signaled Amie out of hiding. Dad was about to signal her when I heard more shuffling. "WAIT!" I shouted. I heard grunts and groans, and saw another walker coming out of the shadows. But it wasn't just any walker. It was Sophia.

I couldn't think clearly. My mind was clouded. I heard a gunshot go off. Then I heard screaming. Carol's screams. Sobbing. Crying out for her daughter who would never know love, hate, true anger, or true happiness. She would never have her perfect wedding, or experience the joy of her first child.

My head was cleared by the feeling of tears running down my face and the arms of my mother around me. My vision cleared up and I saw Amie talking to Beth on the porch of the farmhouse. I started walking towards the house. When I got to the bottom of the stairs, I tried talking to her as I walked up the steps. "Amie, I-"
"Don't even think about trying to apologise. I don't want to hear it," she said to me as she walked down the steps. She caught her shoulder on mine when I was in midstep, causing me to fall down the stairs and land on my back. I didn't care at this point. As I was laying on the ground, I saw her clutching her wrist with a towel. Oh, God. Now I feel even more guilty.
***A/N***
Dun dun dun!!! Cliffhanger! Next chapter up later. Vote!!!! Winchester backpack on side.