The Walkers are Here

Chapter 3

The little girl groaned. She grabbed Daryl's arm. It tried to bite her.

"Get off me, you mut!" He shouted. He punched the walker hard enough for her bottom jaw to dislocate. He then got the back of his crossbow and smashed it's face until it dropped to the ground.

"I can't believe she's still alive," Daryl said, "she was the first walker which spreads the virus. You'll be surprised at how a little girl is smart enough to make over 200 people infected. Be glad you're not." He put his crossbow, which was full of blood, in the corner on the floor.

"Sorry about that. I did want to teach you some more hunting moves today, but I guess they ruined it."

I didn't really mind. I don't want to hunt. I don't think I'd survive 5 minutes out there alone. After all, I was only 14.

"I'm tired." Carl rubbed his eyes, "Phoebe, you coming?"

This kinda sounds wrong. And I know. But we're in bunk beds, not a double. That would be discusting.

"Um, sure." I followed Carl to our cell.

"Wanna come up to my bed? I can tell you a story?"

I started to climb up to Carl's bed. I think this story will be about some stupid thing he did as a kid.

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"Well, where did the little boy go?" I asked, I was concerned about the little boy in Carl's horror story.

"No one knows, but he could be in the sewers, right beneath us. He has the powers of Satan. So don't ever, EVER, mock him."

Carl finished his story and gave me a hug before I slid down to my bed.

"Night." I turned out the light.

"Night, sweet."

Did, did he just call me sweet? He's never called me that? Since when did he call anyone sweet?

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I stepped out of my cell and headed down the staircase. I seen Beth making something for us all.

"Morning, love. Hungry?" She asked.

"Very." I said. My stomach rumbled.

"Everyone else apart from Carl are in there." she pointed to the diner. "Go and sit in there and I'll hand you your breakfast in a minute."

I obediently went in the diner and sat down.

"Morning." Rick said.
"Good sleep?" Lori digs into her bowl of what looks like rice.

"Yeah." I mumbled, rubbing my eyes.

"Here you go!" Beth places my bowl of rice infront of me.

"Thanks." I started to eat my rice. Carl walked into the room and sat next to me with his bowl. He said nothing and ate his rice.

I then finished my bowl of rice and put it back in the kitchen. I went upstairs and went in my wardrobe. I put on my ripped black jeans, my white top which says "red or dead" from Red or Dead, my very muddy white converse. I wore these yesterday for hunting.

I put my hair up into a messy bun with the only 2 hairbands I brought with me here to this prison. I wish I was still at home. I miss it there.

As I walked down the stairs Andrea was getting her jacket from the hangers on the wall.

"Where are you off to?" I asked.

"I'm just nipping out to go and get some deer for tonight." She pulled out a knife from inside her right pocket. "I won't be long." She opened the door and eagerly looked around, being careful to not get into the sight of a walker.

"Be careful!" I shouted before Andrea quietly shut the door.

I walked into the kitchen and Carl was there, cleaning his bowl. He then picked up the bowl I had and started to wash it.

"Rawr." I said, pushing him a little. He reacted by going on the draw, getting a fork? and turning around. I quickly stepped back and laughed.

"It's me, weirdo." I smirked and he put the fork back.

"Oh my. Did I hurt you?" He asked, examining my arms for red marks to see if he stabbed me.

"No, no. You're glad I stepped back before you could."

We started laughing and suddenly we heard a scream from outside.

"ANDREA!" I shouted. I quickly grabbed my coat and headed out the door.

"PHOEBE!" Rick noticed and headed after me. "Carl, STAY HERE"