The journal (rarl)

Vol. 30 | I'll Never Let Go

The train screeched to a stop, the momentum pushing Ron in to the wall behind him.
"Fuck." He whispered, trying not to fall.

"Man I hate this job." One worker said from outside of the train car.
"I wouldn't complain. I don't want to end up in the trenches." Another said, unlocking the door of the car Ron was hiding in.
"I guess so. Is that shit real?" The first person said, the door now open.
"I don't know. Where else do those people go?" The other replied.

"Don't move." Ron demanded, coming out of his hiding place and aiming a gun at the workers.
"Woah. I'm Tony, and this is randy, ok? What's going on?" The second man asked, hoping he could help Ron calm down.
"Carl. Where is he?" Ron said, tightening his grip on the gun.

The two looked at each other, seemingly confused.
"What does Carl look like?" Randy asked in a calm tone.
"Oh please! Don't play stupid. You know who I'm talking about." Ron said in an angry tone, tired of lies.
"I wish I did, and I could help you find him. If you think he's here, then you'll have to ask someone else. We don't know what goes on in there. I swear." Tony said, trying to ease the tension.

"You don't? Then who does?" Ron said, not wanting to waste any time.
"We can ask a soldier. Would that work for you?" Tony said, trying to keep Ron calm.
"No. I want to talk to whoever is in charge." Ron said.
"Yeah. Ok. We can do that." Randy declared, shaking his head.
"Ok. Let's go." Ron said, getting out of the train car.

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"Fuck!!" Carl screamed as loud as he could, having been dragged back to his cell, no chance of an escape anywhere.

He sat down on the bed, curling into a ball and breaking down into tears. He wants Ron to hold him and tell him everything was ok, or Rick to hug him and say he loves him.
He didn't even know if he would ever see them again.

And Ron's aunt Phoebe was behind all of this? It's all so fucked up. Pete's sister, he should have known not to trust her.

——

Ron followed the two men into the large building, his gun still on them.

"Put it down." A soldier demanded, his gun on Ron now.
"Listen, I don't want to hurt anyone. I just want Carl back. President Milton has orders for you to give him to me." Ron said, hoping they would listen to the president.
"President Milton? I don't have access to talk to her and confirm that. You're going to have to talk to the boss. She'll be able to ask president Milton." The soldier said, putting his gun down.
"Ok. Take me to her." Ron said, putting his gun down as well.

He followed the soldier down a long hallway, on edge the whole time.

Knock knock
"Ma'am? This is important." The soldier said, knocking on the door.

"What is it?" Phoebe said, opening the door and already angry.
"Ron?! Why are you here?" She said, surprised to see her nephew there.
"What the fuck? Why are you here?" Ron said, turning this around on her.
"Come in. We can talk." She said, waving him into the room.

"Where is Carl?" Ron asked, refusing to sit with his aunt.
"Ron, I know this is a lot. I know your angry, and confused. But I want to start with Carl is ok." Phoebe said, pushing her blond hair behind her ear.

"Where is he?!" Ron demanded and answer, losing patience.
"He's here. I know you probably want to take him and go back to Alexandria, but it's not that easy. Carl.. he's special. He could save so many people. The whole world. Maybe even you someday. Your mom, Sam, ev-"
"Shut the fuck up!" Ron interrupted "I don't care! He's not saving anyone! The world can go fuck itself! Where is he? We're leaving. The president said as much." He said, obviously angry.