Survive or Die(Walking Dead/Carl Grimes Fan Fic)

Chapter 6

"Remember, I am still betting on you girl on fire..."

-Cinna

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I winced as I felt my stomach turn again for the past hour. After Dale's death, I could shake the image of his body covered in blood and his expression riddled with pain. I couldn't shake the image of his insides just spilled out on the grass staining it with a dark red color.

I felt my stomach churn again as I took deep breaths to calm myself.

There was a knock on the door. "It's open." I croaked my voice hoarse from my resent episode with puking. Carl went in his face emotionless but his eyes were riddled with an unknown emotion.

It looked like guilt?

I smiled at him but I avoided looking directly at him. "How you holding up Florence?" He asked while sitting down next to me in the bed.

"Everything's just peachy shuck face." I said sarcastically unable to hold my sarcasm in.

"Shuck Face?" He asked while taking a peek at me.

"Glader Slang." I said dismissively.

"Ahh." He nodded though I don't think he got me.

"Sometimes I don't think it's fair. You know? Why did the world ever give us this bloody disease in the first place? Is it because of what we are doing to its environment? Is this some sort of punishment to humans for being insensitive? I wonder where I would be right now if this never happened..." I blurted out suddenly. I quickly turned red and clapped my hand over my mouth.

"Sorry." I murmured while looking down.

"It's ok. I guess I kind of understand you." He said gently as he watched the snowflakes on a small house with a smoking chimney on top in the snow globe swirl around on the night stand.

A small and normal house. But a perfect place to be right now in the middle of this apocalypse.

I sighed as fatigue slowly creeped towards my body making my bones feel like concrete and my muscles to weaken like a bunch of rubber bands. I felt my self slowly lose itself to sleep as it dragged me down. I felt someone shift in the bed as I felt Carl slowly grip my shoulders and lower me down to his lap.

I sighed in content and felt my body relax. I felt my eyes slowly slip shut as I watched a lone snowflake flutter around the snow globe in the small and normal but perfect house and the faint smell of hot chocolate wafting through the air as Beth's singing made its way through the room.

They hung a sign up in our town
"If you live it up, you won't live it down"
So she left Monte Rio, son
Just like a bullet leaves a gun
With her charcoal eyes and Monroe hips
She went and took that California trip

Oh, the moon was gold, her hair like wind
Said, 'Don't look back, just come on, Jim' Oh, you got to hold on, hold on
You gotta hold on
Take my hand, I'm standing right here

You gotta hold on...

"I don't know whether to vomit my guts out, explode into anger or just to ignore what I see. So can someone please explain to my poor and confused brain what the heck is going on?"

A voice said making me snap into a half conscious state of mind. I groaned and turned away from the source of the annoying noise.

"Please tell me your not having babies. I'm too young to be an uncle. A very hot uncle that is...the hottest uncle ever..."