I hum as we walk with nothing we own, having left it all at the prison, I sigh.
"I miss Michonne, and Beth, and Maggie, and Glenn.. I miss everyone." I say. Carl up ahead, I walk next to a hobbling Rick. He nods to my comment and Carl speeds up.
"Carl, slow down." Rick says, slacking behind. "Carl, STOP!" I shush Rick.
"We need to stay together, Carl, it's not safe and your Father is on the brink of passing out. We need to find a place with food, supplies." Carl stares at the floor not answering me.
"Hey." Rick says. Setting his hand on Carl's shoulder. Carl turns his head and gives him a huge stink eye, I can smell it from here. "We're gonna be.." Carl walks off. I help Rick walk a little faster, it's not fair to him to lag behind.
"Woah. A motor inn." I smile.
"Wait outside, okay?" Rick says as he opens the door. "Keep watch."
"Dude you're in no condition to go in there. You keep watch." I say.
"You can barely stand. I'm not gonna let you go in there alone." Carl says angrily.
"Excuse me?" Rick asks upset.
"We've done this, before. I'm gonna help your clear it. You should just let me do it myself." Carl says. Rick's beginning to get frustrated but replies, I pull out my Deagle with... I check my ammo, four bullets.
"Let's go." Rick says as we begin stepping in. We scout the area. He checks the kitchen. "Kitchen's clear."
"I don't see anything back here." I say.
We join Carl in another room. Behind a pile of tables and chairs and just stuff in general, is a quiet snarling. A walker steps out of the darkness from behind the barricade. We notice a shelf with food and supplies.
"That might be all that's left." Rick states.
"I can get it from here." Carl says, aiming his gun.
"No, No it's weak." Rick states. "I'll draw it out. Stay back." Rick pulls out the barricade and bashes the walker's brain in. it failed. Carl aims his gone. "DON'T" He does anyway. The gunshot echoing. "I said NOT TO."
"YOU COULDN'T DO IT WITH THE AXE!" Carl shouts.
"I had it." Rick says weakly, swaying like a drunk man.
"While you guys fight like a fucking married couple I'm gonna find something." I say walking away angrily, done with their bullshit. I scour the bookshelf grabbing foods with Carl.
"Kitchen wasn't empty after all." Rick says. "My haul." A couple water bottles. "You guys?" Carl and I place our stuff in the bag.
"We win." Carl states, I shake my head. Exasperation and annoyance I wanted to express on the tip of my tongue.
"I get we lost our home Carl, but you don't need to be such a sly fucking Bitch." I say as I walk next to him. He doesn't reply.
"Hey." Rick says to Carl. "Hey." He hobbles a bit faster, trying to catch up. "Hey. That one's as good as any. They barge in, I lack behind, I'm so done with their bullshit bickering I'm not gonna be REMOTELY angry if they die. I'll feel the sadness, but I'm not crying over this stupid love hate relationship. I follow slowly behind Rick and Carl. I watch Rick check out the living room before following him off.
"Carl." Rick says.
"I got it." Carl snaps back. "All the doors are open back here." I split off with Carl.
"Just, STOP." Rick says.
Carl begins pounding on the wall angrily. "HEY ASSHOLE." Pound. "HEY SHITFACE." Pound. "HEY-"
"WATCH YOUR MOUTH!" Rick says.
"I'M SO DONE WITH YOU TWO! STOP FIGHTING!" I shout.
"If there's one of them down there, it would have come out." Carl says angrily. He storms off. I follow him.
"Stop being SUCH a little bitch." I tell him angrily.
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In the event of an Apocalyptic Love.
عاطفيةTW: SA, Attempted R@p3 "PLEASE! NO!" Joseph was Carl's best friend since 4, emphasis on WAS. Joseph moved away when he turned 8, but four years later he moved back, a week before the Zombie Apocalypse, the day the virus entered the world, his Mother...
