Survivor

Chapter 16 Chocolate pudding

My eyes fluttered open.
"Amber!" Carl yelled in excitement.

I just lay there, with my head on Daryl's knees, to weak to move. Everything hurt.

Carl picked me up and brought me to my cell. It felt like hours since I've been in here. Daryl was standing by the door way, leaning against the wall and Carl sittin on a stool next to me.

I woke up feeling energized. It was late afternoon so I got up and ran outside. Carl and Daryl stayed behind to do clean up the cell block D.

I saw Michonne and Hershel getting ready to burn the walkers that Rick and Carl shot.

I ran over to help them.
"We'll drive along the fence and burn them over there." Michonne pointed as she drove.

We dragged all the bodies I to a pile and started throwing gasoline on them.

Thud, I was sucked into the shadows.

Thud, I started to run.

Blackness.

I woke up next to Michonne and Hershel. They had duck tape on there mouths and so did I. My ears were ringing and then, blackness again.

I woke up in a small car and then the prison was in view. Shoot.

"What about him?" I herd and unfamilar voice.

Then some muffled voices, Hershel was dragged out. He was thrown on the grass next to michonne.

I herd more muffled voices, getting clearer.
"Or your little princess?"
A man called. I knew raft voice. The governor.

A woman grabbed my shoulders and dragged me out.

I noticed Daryl's face twist up with fear and anger. Carl was already streaked with tears.

Rick and the governor were arguing. A cold metal blade touched the side of my throat.

Rick, his mouth wide open, not knowing what to do. Daryl and Carl both with tears flooding there cheeks.

I smiled, that would be the last time  they would see of me.
"Not her please!" Rick pleaded.
"Him?" The governor then moved the metal blade over to Hershel.

"We can all live here! Together!" Rick yelled as he slowly crouched down and layed his gun on the grass.
"Liar." The governor yelled as he drew the blade back, then sliced half of Hershel's head off.

I gasped, blood covering my face.
I followed Michonne, she cut the ropes from hands, and I did the same to her.

I grabbed my bow and my bag,
with my Gun and knife inside. I sprinted in the prison yard with Michonne.

"Carl!" I screamed.
"Daryl!" I screamed again but kept running.

Everyone was scattered. I saw Daryl and and Beth running one way and Carl and Rick run the other. I followed Michonne and we caught up with Rick and Carl.

I was still weak from the epidemic but I kept going the best I could.

As I was running. I noticed the governor walking the other way. I aimed my bow and shot him in the abdomen. He fell and started gagging. I walked towards him and ripped the arrow out of him causing him to scream. I pushed a near by walker on top of him.

I kept jogging. Rick, Carl and Michonne were really far ahead so I did what Daryl told me. I put markings along the way, like carved arrows in the direction I was going.

It was getting dark. I climbed a tree and slept there. I woke up at the crack of dawn and set off again.

My throat was burning but I ignored the pain. I found a near by community, and checked a few of the places out. I managed to find a few water bottles and canned food.

I sat down on the ripped sofa. I took a sip of water. Then I looked around the room. Thinking, would I ever see Daryl again? What about Carl? Would i have to survive alone again? What about my sister?

I needed to keep going so I took another drink or two and left to keep going.

As I was running, I saw a bunch of dead walkers. I started to slow down.

"They were here." I mumbled to myself, "I'm getting closer." I finished.

I picked up my pace the best I could. I heard yelling and screaming.

I started sprinting, jumping over dead ones as I went. Finally I came to some bushes. I ripped through them. Then I noticed the familiar sherrifs hat.

I shot the two walkers on top from a far distance. Carl just layed there. Tired it seemed. I dragged the bodies off of him.

"Daryl?" He stuttered.

He hasn't seen my face yet.
"Carl?" I did my best at impersonating Daryl.

He looked up, he had a twisted look on his face. Then it changed to a smirk.
"What its me, Daryl!" I responded sarcastically.

"Amber! Oh my god I thought he killed you!" He yelled and hugged me.

I laughed. "You got it all the wrong way! I killed him." I smiled and looked away.

"Come on let's get you cleaned up, your covered in blood from head to toe." He told me as he grabbed my hand and started to run, dragging me behind.

I shuddered, it was mostly Hershel's blood.

"What's wrong?" Carl asked as he stopped running.
"It's Hershel's." I responded.

We looked ahead and found a nice little house, but wreaked.

Carl gasped.
"Oh my god."
"What?"

Carl pointed over at a large can.
On the label in big letters spelled,
"Chocolate pudding"

I laughed in delight.
We went up stairs. I was to exited to think about watching my surroundings so I opened the door really quickly and a walker fell right on top of me.

Carl grabbed a book and tossed it to me, I caught it and through it the other direction, disracting it so we could get into the next room.

Carl tripped and fell. I was half way out the window when I noticed. Before I could get inside again Carl had already gotten away, but only with one shoe.

We sat on the edge of the roof and looked at the empty roads. After we were done eating all 112 oz of pudding we started to head back to were Carl and Rick were staying.

When we got there I noticed Rick was laying on the couch sleeping. Where was Michonne?

I decided not to ask. We headed upstairs and read comic books. It was great. They kid that used to live here had good taste in comics.

I fell asleep next to Carl and woke up alone. I herd crying downstairs. I got up and went to see what was going on.

I found Carl pointing his gun at Rick's head. Then rolled over from his side to his back.

"Carl." Escaped Rick's mouth.

I was relieved.

The next morning Carl, Rick and me say on the couch. Having some water in silence.

"So what did you do when I was sleeping?" Rick questioned.
"We found some food." Carl replied.
"But we ate it." I added on.
"What was it?" He questioned again.
"112 oz of pudding." I laughed.