Wild Children Only Listen When They Want

Pillage, Burn, Invade. (Not in that order)

The place in the picture is the hotel del salto in Columbia. Just ignore the impossiblity that no one else has taken it and the fact that it's literally in Columbia please. It was just so beautiful that I couldn't possible not use it.

It wasn't the walkers that scared Carl the most, despite the loud beating that it caused in his heart. Nor the fire that blazed out of control after he set the barn on fire. Or the shaking of his hands after he shot Shane, even after he got right back up.

It was the look of his mother as he got farther and farther away from her as the car drove away. It was the thought that they had left him on the farm surrounded by walkers with a fire spreading quicker and quicker.

He didn't know what to do. What he even could do. Carl looked around the disaster that threatened to consume him along with the farm.

A tight grip surrounded his forear, making him yelp and struggle with his nails embedded into the arm to fight against the offender with all of his might.

"Carl! Carl! Stop fighting it's just me!" A female voice yelled at him as he finally calmed down once he finally comprehended the voice speaking to him.

"That's good Carl. It's just me, Andrea. Where are your parents? Shane?" Andrea asked him as she held him at arms length to him.

"They left me! They left! They left!" Carl panicked as he remembered to end of the car getting smaller and smaller.

"And Shane? He wouldn't have left you all alone. Did he make it out?" Andrea demanded as she began dragging him to the woods to run away from the farm.

"I shot him. I had to he had a gun up to dad. I killed him." Carl sobbed out as he remembered his offense.

"What? Why? No that had to have been a mistake!" Andrea yelled at him and shook him harshly making him cry harder.

"Your hurting me!" Carl whined as tears streamed down his face.

"You killed someone Carl. Shane, your father's best friend. Do you not understand what you have done?" Andrea yelled at him. 

"I DON'T CARE!" Carl screamed in her face before biting down hard into her arm, making her let go before he booked it out of there.

"No! Carl come back! I'm sorry that I yelled at you! Please it's not-" Andrea's voice faded out as he got farther away into the forest. He heard branches and leaves breaking as he ran through the woods hoping not to run into a walker. He ran as fast as his legs could carry him, until he had to stop from exhaustion.

When he stopped all he could see was a little stream. The same one that he found that walker stuck at. He knew that Daryl went past a stream when he was looking for Sophia and he hoped that this was the right one and followed the flow of water just like his father taught him when he was younger.

He had walked for what had seemed like hours before he found himself running into a small town and realized that he had nothing with him. No clothes other than what was on his back, no food and no water. But most importantly no weapons. He looked at all of the stores in the town before finding a Army surplus store and hoped that it had not been completely cleared out.

Getting in was pretty easy considering that the store had been completely abandoned, even of walkers. Carl didn't think to hard on that and just decided to be grateful. Especially considering that most of the weapons laid untouched other than a small gun that laid next to a dead man on the floor. Carl was glad to see that the man had shot himself in the head, instantly keeping him from coming back as a walker.

Like Shane.

Carl picked up the gun and tried to open it to see how many bullets it had left and saw that it had an almost full chamber. Other than one missing bullet, obviously. Carl went around the store to pick up whatever he could. Bullets, water, granola bars, first aid kit, firecrackers, a lighter, matches, knives and a few books. He never thought he would be happier to find books before this but he was glad to now have something to occupy his time. He even found some boots, though they were a bit big on him, that could replace the ones on his feet that are falling apart.