𝑩𝑳𝑼𝑬-a Carl Grimes fanfiction|TWD

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞, 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝

I had trouble seeing my own hand in the dark. Every time I bumped into a tree, the ache in my head got worse.

If only I had stayed there. Perhaps being with them was better than passing away in an idiotic forest. At least when I would turn, I could take revenge on them.

My flashlight had quit working a decade ago. I had two sips of water left. One sandwich. The pistol Brandon stole from a rotting corpse of a cop.

It still had full ammo. I didn't waste it. Killing the Walkers with my blade was quieter and more effective.

I didn't even figure out where I was going. When I took off, all I had thought about was getting away from that place.

I was pretty certain I would end up dead in the next few days.

My hair got stuck in the zipper of my jacket and I nearly fell over again. Long hair was nice until you were forced to survive in a world full of zombies and lots of nonsensical trees.

A branch cracked in half under my boots. For a second there was dead silence. Then I heard someone approaching.

I already aimed my gun at the Walker and got prepared to shoot, when I saw the figure of a man. Two men to be exact.

They pointed their flashlights directly into my face, blending me.

The left man got ready to smash his axe into my skull but the second one put out his hand.

"Hold up, Rick!" His eyes narrowed. "Look... she's a little girl."

A little girl?

"I'm sixteen, sir."

My gun was motionless pointing at the two strangers.

"Lower. Your. Gun!" Rick spat out.

His voice was less gentle than the other man's. I ended up doing what he told me.

"Give me your weapon." He held out his arm.

Hesitantly, I placed it into his hand.

Were they robbing me? Did they pity me? Would they put an end to me?

"Do you have anything else on you?"

I nodded and indicated at the knives in my belt and my right shoe. I kept the third one in my jacket.

After handing him those too, the other man lowered his crossbow. Eased, I took a step back.

"Who are you?" Crossbow asked me.

Now the moment had come. I would have to decide whether to tell them my birth name, a nickname or to come up with a new one.

"My name is Juliet, sir."

Romeo and Juliet. A book my mother used to read out to me.

"You should come with us." Crossbow exchanged a glance with Rick. "You won't endure one hour alone out here."

I had been in this forest for two hours already. I didn't inform him.

Rick nodded. "Follow us."

I was starving. And I needed a nap. So I went with them.

The two men kept their distance from me. I could hear them whispering but I was too occupied with memorising the route we took.

I'd have to be able to run at any time. That's what Brandon taught me.

"Juliet?"

"Yes?"

"Where did you come from? Are you on your own?"

"I'm on my own, sir."

Another exchange of glances.

Brandon would surely yell at me for being so foolish to go with strangers.

To me, it was food or no food.

***

Never in my life had I seen fences like these.

Their place looked like an army base. Made me wonder how many of them they were.

Rick whistled and made a gesture with his hand. I couldn't catch the person he was articulating with.

The footing of my backpack shifted slightly. I froze for a second, then I shoved my elbow into the side.

"Shut up, Joel!" I whisper-yelled as if he could understand me.

In my mind, I apologized to him for hitting the backpack.

A couple minutes later a door was opened. We were quick to get in. No noise, to keep the Walkers away. Those people were experienced.

On the other side, I saw a young woman. Must've been in her late twenties. She had sad eyes.

Rick took her arm and tugged her a few feet away from me. As they chatted they kept peeking at me.

It was obvious that Rick had quite an important position here. If he wanted me in this place, I would stay.

My eyes fell onto the long avenue ahead of us. On both sides, I could see houses. It all reminded me of the village I used to live in before everything.

That was our way of saying that. Before or after. Everyone understood what was meant.

I couldn't find anything indicating the existing apocalypse outside those barriers here. There were no corpses, no signs of the dead, no blood. Nothing.

The lights were off if they even had them. Clever. We've had a curfew too. Brandon had never obeyed the restrictions though.

Before I could lose myself in the nostalgia, the woman laid her hand on my shoulder, gentle but firm.

"Come on, young lady, we have to find you a place to sleep."

A/n: First chapter is up and I hope you enjoyed xx
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~Mar