In the event of an Apocalyptic Love.

10 - A New Home.

7 OR 8 MONTHS AFTER LAST CHAPTER BCZ THE WALKING DEAD SKIPS WINTER

It was a cold harsh winter and now that it was finally over we went on our first scavenge for a good house in the summer, we had been hopping from home to home during winter and it was getting harder for Lori as her pregnancy went on. I ran into the house with Carl, holding my machete and he ran in with a silenced pistol. I followed Carl as he turned into a doorway raising his pistol, I got machete at the ready. I check out the place with Carl, covering every corner. We enter another room where a walker was, Carl raised his gun and shot it as we ran back out. The whole time it was silent and I didn't bother doing anything, we call everyone in after it's cleared and they come in with our stuff. Me and him look through all the cans of food in the kitchen hoping to find something. The intense silence was bad. Carl opened a drawer and found... dog food.

"Dog food? Really? Gross." I shrug.

"Well, you gotta do what you gotta do to survive." He shrugs back.

We walk into the living room and he sets down the two cans of dog food. I giggle looking at our sad 2 cans of dog food as that's our food supply. Everyone looks reluctant but Carl cracks open the cans because we're also starving. Rick picks up the opened can and whips it hard against a wall, we all jump and stare at him.

"What the hell?" I ask. He doesn't respond. Everyone just darts their eyes at each other. "Are we in a silent film? Somebody speak other than me." When nobody responds but looks down frustrated I groan. "Whatever I'll go back to shutting up."

"Psst." T-Dog points his head at the walkers and I run out back with everyone, carrying some supplies.

We throw our stuff in the cars frantically and drive away, not risking living here.

"This is just great." I grumble. "I feel like the only person with a voice.

"If we're being quiet YOU be quiet Joseph." Rick scowls into the rearview mirror.

"Whatever sorry." I look out the window angrily.

We all stop and get out of the car, Carl and I run up to the front with Rick.

"15, You two are on point." Rick tells us and we nod. I brace my machete like Ahsoka holds her lightsabers, backwards, I was better like this.

"Why do you hold it like that?" Carl asks with a laugh.

"I just find it better." I grin sinisterly, spinning the Machete like I've been practicing.

"Hey, you got good at doing that." Carl nods at me, watching me spin the machete.

"Thanks man, couldn't have done without what little bandages we had and your encouragement, special thanks to the 4 cuts and 1 deep cut that almost needed stitching on my hand." I laugh a bit before going back to watching on patrol.

"So... You 13 yet?" Carl asks.

"Yeah dude, can you not tell?" I flick at the growing sideburns and gesture to my inch taller build.

"I can, jealous you grew so much more than me." Carl groans as I flex my weight. Carl grew half an inch less than me so going on his tippy-toes makes him roughly my height.

"Hey, embrace it, you're just short." I grin at him teasingly.

"Shut up, man, I'm stronger." He flexes his twiggy arms.

"Said the one holding the pistol right now." I smirk at him. Flexing what little arm muscle I'm developing at Carl, I definitely have more muscle.

"Damn, you're strong." Carl grins.