Let's Beet This World, Together.

9- Cracks

Callie's POV~

It's now 3 am. If Carl were to know where I was right now, he would freak out. I just felt so useless around here. I would think they took me in because they needed some extra help, not because they felt bad for me. There's no room for sympathy anymore. I was at the grocery store about a mile from here. I heard Rick and Daryl talk about going on a run there, so I decided I would go help.

Ever since that stupid gunshot in the chest incident, the group let's me do nothing, just sit around and order the canned foods in alphabetical order. I was walking towards the canned goods when a warm, sweaty, and funky smelling hand covered my mouth so I couldn't scream. The man picked me up and threw me in the trunk.

Carl's POV~

I had to wake up at 5 am for watch duty with Glenn. The watch guard trailer was right next to Callie and Beth's tent, so I decided to check on both of them. As I peaked in the tent I saw Beth peacefully sleeping and Callie's bed completely empty. The covers had been pushed back and the pillow was on the floor, like someone had been in a rush.

"Glenn!" I screamed, waking almost the whole camp. Everybody flew to where I was and their eyes made their way to Callie's bed. "Okay, everybody split up!" Dad said rather loudly. He continued to make the groups and I just stood there not knowing what to do. "Carl, you're with Michonne. Daryl and I will look outside the gates for clues. If you find anything, holler." We both nodded and went on our way to look for my girlfriend.

I looked down and saw the tracks of Callie's converse on the dusty pavement. They were leading to the front gate, and made their way out the camp, later disappearing. "Michonne, I found Callie's shoe tracks!" We both followed the tracks to where they finally disappeared. There were five shops in a row down the block, the biggest one a grocery store.

"Fred's Farmer's Market." Michonne's voice rang out, breaking the silence. "I think Callie went in here, I can see some shoe tracks inside." We both made our way into the store, and what we saw was really unusual. Shelves were knocked over, Callie's tracks looked like they were struggling, and I saw hiking boot tracks behind Callie's. I ran outside to see tire tracks going south, towards Woodbury. "Oh my god!" I screamed slamming my fist down on the check-out counter.

I practically sprinted towards our camp and started screaming my dad's name, with Michonne right behind me. "Did you find anything?" Daryl's concerned voice asked me. "Yeah, we found Callie's shoe marks in the grocery store a mile from here and tire tracks going towards Woodbury." We alarmed the rest of the camp and assembled a plan to get Callie back.

Callie's POV~

Finally the car screeched to a stop. The sun was starting to rise which reminded me of Carl. We would both sit on top of the guard trailer and watch the sunrise almost every morning. The trunk door swung open and I saw a city with a ton of men at I'm assuming the front gate. He tied my hands and feet together and picked me up bridal style which totally disgusted me.

The men opened the tire-made front gate and started speaking to the man. "Nice job, Tim. You got us a girl!" Said a man with a dragon tattoo on his right arm. "Guess what we're using her for!" The man who was carrying me laughed. We got to a dark, tiny room with a steel chair. "Stay here. We'll play with you later." He laughed and slammed the door shut.

I tried to cry, but I already used up all my tears. All I could do was hope that Carl and the group would find me soon.