On the Brink... (A Walking Dead Fanfic)

Chapter 11

We walked up to the guard, Martinez. "The Govenor said for you to get us our room." Carl spoke up. Martinez nodded, "Um...Okay well..." He looked around at the different buildings. "You see that shed beside the fence?"

I noticed Martinez had an accent to his voice. Carl nodded. "Okay you two will be in the little brick house beside the shed...It's our last building available."

Carl smiled, "Thank you but we won't be here that long."

Martinez nodded and then looked at me, "We will put clothes, food, and other necessities in there."

      Carl and I turned and started walking towards the house. I looked at the people strolling around on the streets.

      They acted as if nothing was going on around them. It was obvious they didn't know how the Governor actually acted.

      They were all clean and they all looked...happy. Some of the people stared at Carl and I as if we were walkers or something. We reached the house and Carl opened the door for me.

I stepped in and Carl followed behind me. I gasped when I looked around. "What's wrong?" Carl asked putting a hand on my shoulder. "Nothing, this house just looks exactly like my old one." I smiled.

I went over and touched a table, "This has the exact same furniture." I heard Carl laugh. "What?" I asked. He smirked, "I have never seen you this excited before." I had a sudden memory and I looked back at him, eyes wide.

"I totally forgot!" Carl arched an eyebrow as if he didn't understand; of course he didn't. "I lived in Alabama before I went on that trip to Georgia!"

"This is my old house!" I yelled and jumped up and down. I ran in the direction I used to go in to my room. It looked untouched. I sat down on my old bed and looked around. The walls were white, my bookshelf was in the same place, my dresser had most of its contents that had kept on it, my trophies and medals were lined perfectly in their case, and my closet looked untouched.

      Carl walked to the doorway and propped himself up against it. I looked at him, "I can't believe I actually found this place!" Carl smiled. "Can we at least stay for two nights?" I asked. "Are you sure?" He studied my face closely.

      I nodded. He bit his lip, "Okay." "Yay!" I smiled. I heard a knock at the door. Carl let go of me and unsheathed his knife, "Stay right here." Carl walked to the front of the house and I heard a murmur of voices. I decided to figure out what was going on.

A man in a green shirt and jeans, holding a crate full of supplies, stood there talking to Carl. He looked so familiar and I didn't know why.

I stood behind Carl as he accepted the box. The man turned to leave and glanced at me. His eyes blew up. I backed up a little as I wondered what his deal was. I quickly read his mind. He knew me, but it was blurry. I went deeper into his thoughts and gasped.

Tears filled my eyes. I ran up to him, "Dad!" He held me in a tight embrace, "Anna, I can't believe it's you." He kissed the top of my head as I sobbed into his shoulder. "I thought I had lost you."

"What's going on, Anna?" I heard Carl ask me. I pulled away, looking him in the eye, ignoring Carl's question. "Where's mom?" I studied his face. Sorrow flooded  his expression. I knew exactly what that meant; my mother was gone.

      "Dad...I'm so sorry..." I blinked the tears away. He shook his head, "It's okay...Can you just explain one thing?" I blinked, "I guess." My dad looked over at Carl. Oh crap, I thought. "Who is this?" He asked.