Anything - Carl Grimes

xli. Can I get a hug, too?

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Carmen spent the whole night in the dark room. She hadn't moved from the same place she was left in until she felt the urge to throw up. She doesn't know if it's because of the possible concussion she might have or because she felt dirty and disgusting. She still felt him all over her. She felt his hand and heard his words in the back of her mind.

Carmen felt beyond overstimulated, from what happened and how the rest of the night went. The light in the room kept flickering, and it got overwhelming to watch at that point. She'd close her eyes, but she'd still see the light blink. You'd think that the fact her vision wasn't as good as before she hit her head helped with the light irritating her. It didn't. Next to that, she'd heard the agonizing screams and yells coming from the room next to her. And the screams kept coming the whole night. And the entire night, she could only imagine to herself what they were doing to Ian to make him scream as loudly and horrifyingly. They obviously didn't like that he killed one of them.

I should have listened to Ian, Carmen thought throughout the whole night. Even if Maggie and Glenn were here, there was nothing she could possibly do as they locked her up in here. If she were to guess, she'd say they'd either leave her here to starve to death or make sure that she doesn't die so they could use her for their own pleasure.

She also couldn't tell if it was night or day, but she wouldn't even be surprised if two days had passed because she shut herself down completely.

At one point, she heard many gunshots outside and she could have guessed newcomers arrived and had the same faith as Ian, Carly, Boris, and Carmen did.

The gunshots weren't heard for probably thirty minutes and Carmen kept lying there on the stone-cold floor, her puke by her side and her body as cold as a man's dead body like she did the whole night. That was until the door opened once again and someone took her by her arms and lifted her so she was standing. The room started spinning and she felt sick again. Yeah, I definitely have a concussion, she thought to herself.

The man waited for a moment to try and balance her but the only thing he got from that was her slouching and throwing up all over the floor between them, some of it splashing on his shoes. "Stupid kid," He mumbled and began leading her outside. She got out and squeezed her eyes shut, the bright light of the day irritating her eyes. She turned her head to the side, her vision still slightly blurry. But it was good enough for her to see Boris, Ian, and Carly standing there. Boris looked beyond petrified and was shaking, Carly kept her composure but she had tear stains on her cheeks.

And lastly, Ian, who stood there, covered in his own warm blood. His face was beat up and he only had a sleeveless jean jacket so he wasn't completely naked, but his body was covered in long cuts and bruises, somewhere even fire burns. Carmen felt sick again but bit her lip to keep her composure.

She couldn't help but feel guilty when Ian looked at her with a concerned face. She wondered why the fuck would be looking at her (who had not one scratch on her face) in concern while he has his whole body falling apart.

Ian doesn't know what happened to Carmen last night. He couldn't because he was in the other room. But that made him more concerned because he guessed the worst. Carly and Boris were in the same room as they tortured him but he kept an eye on them and felt relieved they were safe. But he couldn't do that with Carmen because she was in the other room.

Then the men started leading them more out into the yard of the Terminus. They got to train cars and stopped before taking out their guns. Carmen didn't have any energy or will to live at the moment to react as if she was scared. And she guesses Ian, Carly, and Boris felt the same because they had the same collected reaction. But the men pointed their guns at them just to keep them from fighting, and they started backing up. Gareth walked around the corner with a 'polite' smile on his face.