Survive ( twd carlgrimes)

Chapter 9

CARL'S POV.

As I sit down in this shabby, falling apart old building with my back against the moulding wall of the sitting room, I think back over everything that's happened today. My brain feels fried, like it's failing to register and process all that's happened. I think back to the most recent events.

****Flashback****
I watch in horror as the girl throws a knife straight into the walkers stomach. The walkers march towards her wavers from the impact of the knife and the girl smirks smugly when hitting her target.

My heart is racing, how could we be so cruel? She didn't know it was the wrong target to shoot for.
SHE DOESN'T KNOW HOW TO KILL A WALKER!
We all know it, how could they just expect her to know, she just told us she's been stuck in that traincart for eight years. Her smile disappears when the walker doesn't stop moving towards her.

She thought because the walker was stabbed it would die, as any sane person would but, she was wrong and I can see the panic crossing her face now as it reaches for her. Her brown eyes look like they are going to pop out of her head.

She backs away from the walker, but it lunges for her, knocking them both down and climbing on top of her. A gasp escapes her lips but she reacts quickly as her hands grab the walkers throat, yanking it's face away from hers.

Everyone has their guns ready to shoot the walker but a screaming noise is coming from the little girl, stopping everyone from shooting. She must be her little sister, the resemblance is clear on her face. She's running towards her older sister and the walker but I quickly stride forward and haul her out of the way, no need for her to get hurt.

I march over to my dad
"What the hell are you waiting for dad? It's gonna bite her." I whisper, so only he can hear. I try to keep my voice casual, uncaring, but even I can hear the tone of anxiousness behind my words.

"She won't. I just wanna see... I think she's strong enough for this and if she's not, then she isn't made for this world and she'll be dead by tomorr..... "

Before I have even a second to react to his words or cut him off he's silenced by the sound of the girl shoving a rock into the skull three times until it stops moving completely.

Where did she get that rock?
It's obviously been tampered with, it's super sharp.

She shoves the body off her and stands up drenched in the walkers blood. Red stains her clothes and her hands and it's splattered on her face. Her face, although completely filled with fury and hatred, it's strikingly pretty and her warm brown eyes are impossible to look away from. 
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Now, she sits on the couch with her family. She's eating cans of what looks like soup with her mother, brother and her sister. We still haven't found out the rest of their names but I guess they will tell us in their own time.

Madison seems like the only brave one out of them all, or maybe it's because she's the only one of them who's really spoken to us. Her sister seems brave too, I guess.

I'm trying not to stare at her but I really can't. I'm eating cereal right now so I try concentrate on that, staring at the small, soggy hoops swim around in water instead of milk. I sigh, we work with what we have. I'll just think about food, like I always do when i'm hungry.

I overheard Madison's sister say that they haven't eaten in two days. I can tell that they starved them, I can see the way she has a thin figure, too thin, with bruises, cuts and scars, old and fresh, all over her skin.