Survive ( twd carlgrimes)

Chapter 7

MADISON'S POV.

What? Wait.... what?
Did I hear him right?
I don't talk for a few minutes while I try to figure out what he's trying to say. There is no home? What's he talking about ? I just don't understand.

"Madison, we're not going to hurt you or your family, if you don't give us a reason to, okay?" The woman with brown hair reassures me.

As much as I hope that she's telling the truth, I ignore her and look at the leader.
"What do you mean there is no home." I ask.
Everyone is now looking at one another in shock. They are now crowded around us in a semi-circle. There must be just over a dozen of them.

The leader answers my question "Everyone is gone. Dead" He shrugs his shoulders, but continues
"But they're not just dead, they can move. They tear you to pieces, limb from limb, so they can feed on your flesh. If you get scratched or bit by one of those things, you die, but you will turn into one of them. Nearly all of the population has been wiped out by them. We call them walkers."

What kind of fucking drugs are these people on?

"You're screwin' with me right? You're just messing with my head." I accuse, my bitterness towards him already is clear in my tone.
He narrows his eyes at me but doesn't fault his story.
"No. I'm telling the truth. We've lost people because of this. We watched them die right in front of our eyes. So don't you dare say I'm just making this up. I'm....."

We're cut off by a horrible groaning sound coming from this ....
What the hell is that ? A man ?
Whatever it is, it stagers towards us, barely keeping its balance as it reaches for us. The longer I stare the more familiar the person is. The face looks familar.

I know who it is as soon as my eyes met his. It's the same face, the same man that sliced a knife into my arm less than an two hours ago. The same man who has been torturing us for years. He's getting closer now and I suddenly grow wary of what the leader just said. His face was expressionless, hard, dead.
It doesn't take me long to make the connection.

"But they're not just dead..."
that's what he said.
I expect the group to go kill that .... thing, that monster, but they don't. They just look at me and then finally the man with the crossbow says "Well, go kill it!"

How the hell do I kill this thing ? What did they say they called it ....a walker, that's it, a walker.
How the hell am I supposed to kill a walker ?
Shit, it's getting close now. Too close. Uncomfortably close. I feel a sweat break out across my forehead.

The man with the crossbow tosses the knife I threw at him earlier to the bottom of my feet.
I switch the rock into my other hand and grab the knife with my good hand. I move back, putting a bit of space between the walker and I.

I pull the knife behind my head and put my left hand out infront to aim, and with a grunt I let my knife fly straight to the walkers chest, right in it's heart, it goes right through, right on target. I smile smugly as it's steps stop but it quickly vanishes when the walker steps forward again and again, unaffected.

Nothing happens, the walker just keeps staggering closer to me. Now he is close, dangerously close. My feet carry me a few steps back as the walker grabs for me, knocking me to the ground. I try to think how to kill this thing.

That's when I remember looking through the small hole in the traincart and seeing a knife in the dead bodys skull. I need something sharp. I can feel the handle of the knife sticking into my own chest as the walker climbs on top of me.

THE ROCK!
Where is it ?!?
I must have dropped it when I fell. While I'm looking for it I hear my sister scream and I see her run towards me to help me but someone pulls her away and I'm thankful. If i'm going down she's not coming with me. The walkers teeth snap only inches from my face and I wince as I hold it back by it's throat. I search desperately for the rock.

When I finally find it, I grab the rock and shove it hard into the skull. I do it again and again and again, untill the corpse finally stops moving and I shove it off me.

My shirt is drenched in blood. I'm furious, I was almost eaten alive by that thing and none of them even tried to help me.
I'll kill them, i'll fucking kill them!
I dive for the knife that's still in the walkers chest but one of the men swoops down faster and grabs it before I can.

"WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?" I scream. "SHHHH!"
"Shut it!
"Quiet!"
They all tell me to shut up but I only grow more annoyed.
What the hell is their problem ?

"Noise attracts them, the walkers." A boy explains.
A boy?
I didn't see him with all the other people treatening us.

The first thing I notice are his blue eyes, so rich in color that I could drown in them and brown hair that is covered by a hat. He's carrying a baby. She's so tiny, she couldn't be more than a few month old. I haven't seen a baby in years, not since Abbie.
ABBIE! ABBIE, WHERE IS SHE ?

I spot her tiny frame beside the boy I was admiring and see her standing behind him, relief on her face. That boy must have been the one to pull her away from the walker. I frown, suddenly angry with myself for obsessing with him rather than looking for Abbie first.

I walk towards the boy to get her, but the leader steps in front of him, protecting him while pointing a gun to my head. It's cold and hard against my forehead and it sends a shiver down my spine but something tells me that if he wanted to kill me he would've done it by now. So, I roll my eyes and reach for Abbie.
"Believe me it's not the first time someone has threatened to kill me." I scoff.

I grab Abbie and pull her close. The leader lets down his guard slightly when he see's that I've only come over to collect her. I look up at the boy and look in his eyes. I nod my head in appreciation, thankful that he pulled her away from the walker. He must understand because he nods back.

I smile just the tiniest smile.
"Whats her name?" I say jerking my head towards the baby.
He smiles back and replies casually.
"Judith.... and my name is Carl"

I walk backwards slowly towards my family with Abbie linked at my hip. I still face towards him and look at the group, careful not to turn my back on them.
"Well Carl, it's nice to know somebody's name around here" I say.
Even though I spoke to him, I was glaring at the leader, pointing out to him that I still don't know his name.
He takes the hint and puts away his gun, offering his hand instead.

"I'm Rick....... Rick Grimes."