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I'd been looking around the room for a bit to look for anything that was important while nora got rest. Rummaging through old dressers and shelves. Nora had been sleeping for quite a while, and I decided not to bother her since she hasn't been able to get any sleep in a while so I figured it's what she needed most.
I got up, looking in the blind spots around the room. I hoped to find something good in the room, maybe any emergency supplies, medical kits, maybe just accessories? Or weapons or something. My deep searching was cut short when I heard yelling from outside the room.
My head quickly shot to the door as I listened to the commotion downstairs.
I slowly walked over the door, my shoes softly pattering against the floor. I twisted the metal door knob, slowly opening the door. I peeked my head over to look down the stairs, examining the scene in front of me.
Carl was yelling at the guy who I now assumed to be his dad, as he was calling him dad. He shouted at the man to wake up, frantically shaking him as he yelled.
My head turned to my side, listening to the small bangs that came from the front door of the big house. I flinched as the banging grew louder, alarming not only me but carl too. I creeped my way downstairs as I turned, walking to the back door. My steps caught carl's attention as he grabbed his gun. "What the hell are you doing?" He asked, whilst furrowing his eyebrows.
"I'm going to go check it out, see what it is." I responded casually.
"No. You're not. Go back upstairs, I got it."
"And what if it's a group of them? Or cannibals that are gonna try to eat your face while they make you watch."
He stood there for a second. He probably knew I had a point. No, I know that he knew I was right. His expression quickly changed as he shook his head. "I don't care. Just go back." He raised his voice, almost as if it was the last time he was gonna tell me nicely, like i didn't have a choice. I shook my head. Who was he to tell me what to do? I don't give a crap about what he says, he's not my dad.
I rolled my eyes, turning on my heel and walking back towards the door, ignoring the boy's vicious glare staring into the back of my skull.
"If you slow me down then I'm leaving you." He said harshly, catching up and softly shoving me aside so that he could walk in front of me. I went towards the door, my knife in hand. Carl slowly peeped his head out of the back door for a better look and I followed after him, crouching under him to peep my head out so I could look too.
