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For the past few weeks Carl and I have been traveling together. Once the prison fell Carl and I both agreed to get aa far away as we could from the prison.
Once we were far enough we started looking for the others. Carl had given up hope pretty fast. He became distant. I mean who could blame him first he lost his mother, now his father and baby sister. I knew he thought it was pointless but I had to keep looking. Daryl was out there somewhere. And I had to find him, along with my brothers.
I have been trying to get him to talk to me but it was clear he needed some space.
Carl and I were dangerously low on supplies. I was almost out of arrow and Carl was already out of ammo. Plus we needed food.
Carl. I said.
Carl. I said once again but he did not respond.
Carl! I said as I put my hand on his shoulder.
Listen we need to stay together. I know you are hurting right now but we can't get separated.
Well sticking together did not work well for Hershel did it. Carl said.
I looked at Carl. Not knowing what to say. He was holding in a lot of grief. He is just a kid he doesn't deserve this.
Come on, we need to get supplies before it gets dark. I said.
After a few hours of walking we finally made it to a small store.
Carl and I went inside to see if it was all clear. After we checked we search the place.
Luckily this store was filled with canned food. It wasn't much but it was better than having no food at all.
I stanched as much of the food as I could into my bag.
As much as lucky we were for lucky with food, we weren't as lucy with water.
Once Carl and I had enough food we left the store.
I quickly realized that it was getting dark. I looked to my right and saw an abended car.
Carl and I got inside of it. and decided that we would stay their for the night.
I tried to sleep but whenever I closed my eyes I would think of Daryl and back at the prison. where we shared a cell. Daryl was the first person to make me feel wanted and loved.
As soon as I opened my eyes I heard crying.
I looked to the front of the seat and saw Carl crying.
Carl than turned to me and realized that I saw him.
I climbed over to the front seat as Carl tried to whip the tears off his face.
I than pulled him in a hug. It's ok for you to not be ok. You can cry, or be mad. It's ok to let it out. I said as Carl wrapped his arms around me and sobbed.
