CARL'S POV
I chew on the last of my dinner, tearing the meat from the rabbits bones. I grow frustrated with Madison. Why is she so shady? What's with all the secrets?
What's so important that she would leave complete safety to go find?
"Alright guys, time to go." Dad announces.
I get up and leave the bones on the floor. I bend to grab my bag and put it on my back. I put my pistol safely away in my holster and grab Judith off the floor, where she has been playing with a plastic cup.
As I walk out the door I check to see if Madison and her family have left yet. When we get outside everyone is surrounded by the door to the next building. I overhear Madison's mother talking about 'torture rooms'.
I shudder.
It looks like most of the group is going in, Except for Sasha, Tyrese, Bob, Tara and Madison's mother and Nick. To my surprise Abbie is standing ready beside her sister. For such a small person she's very brave.
Madison holds her knife, ready with her arms in front of her. Her sister has a knife as well, she's trying to copy her sister's position, but I can tell how unnatural the knife feels in her small hands compaired to her sister by the way she stands awkwardly.
It's weird, Madison has been stuck in those traincarts for eight years, but she looks like she knows exactly what to do and how to fight. Maybe Maggie was right, she can handle herself.
Madison looks down at Abbie and repositions her sisters arms higher in front of her.
My dad nudges Madison, distracting her from teaching her sister how to hold a knife. He hands her a handgun. I watch as she stares at him in surprise, but she says nothing. Instead, she grabs the gun with one hand shoves her knife into her waist band with the other. She tucks her tattered shirt behind it, so that it's easier to get to if she needs it.
Dad briefly shows her how to use it and she concentrates hard. I watch as a small line creases between her brows when they pull together. From behind, I can see that she nods at dads instructions and holds the gun in front of her with both hands, ready. She whispers something to Abbie and she softly nods back to her.
My dad swings the door open and jogs into the one story building, everyone is close on his tail including Madison, who makes her sister go in behind her.
I'm curious to see what's behind the door but I also don't want to go in and see what Madison and her family were tortured with for the past eight years. I turn around when I hear her mother tut in disgust.
"How can they just go in there, I mean..." I stop listening to her and move closer to the door instead, next to Sasha.
"Could you take Judith for a bit? I'm gonna go in." I ask her.
"Um.... I guess, but I better not get in shit with your dad for letting you go in."
"Don't mind him, he won't care." I reassure her.
"Alright then." She reaches to grab Judith off of me while flashing her a huge smile.
"Thanks" I mumble before jogging towards the building.
When I get to the door I take out my gun, switch off the safety and walk inside.
The house looks like it used to be made of lots of different rooms but you can tell the walls have been knocked down to make one, big, giant room, with the ruble from the construction littering the corners of the house. Everything is in full view the moment you walk through the door. I feel my eyes go wide as I drink in the horror in front of me. I don't think my face could hide the horrified expression even if I tried.
A chair lies in the very center of the room. It almost looks like the kind of chair you would sit in when you go to the dentist. You can tell it used to be white, but now its moulding and its stained with blood all over. There are straps on the arms and foot rests. The arms of the chair are torn to shreds by scratch marks and I feel as though I can hear the screams of the chairs victims the longer I stare at it.
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Survive ( twd carlgrimes)
FanfictionBook 1: After 8 years of being held hostage, 15 year old, Madison Smith and her family finally escapes with help from a large group of survivers. The group is big but she notices one person in particular. A boy. Around her age, with blue eyes and a...
