Apocalyptic Teens (TWD/Carnid Fan Fiction)

Chapter 8: The "Escape"

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Enid POV

I've been here for three days. No roamers at all. I might have dosed off in the middle of the night. That's not like me at all. I'm probably just super super exhausted. Carter hasn't even come in to talk with me in a about two days. I wake up with food by the door. I've had crazy thoughts in my mind. I've tried to think of ways to escape, but even if I did, I'm unarmed.

Sometimes I wonder if it's worth it. Risking my life every single day, killing, every single day, just to do it again the next. No one in the community understands. They think they do, but they don't. Limited people understand. Even if they do,  they shouldn't try to avoid it. They should go outside the walls. Kill. That's what me and ricks group have in common. We're given a chance to live in peace, but we choose to go outside the walls whenever we please.

To break my thoughts, I heard a noise. It was a slight creek. Perhaps, a footstep. Someone trying to be quiet, but accidentally creaking the floorboard. Since I wasn't tied down, I decided to stand up and walk to the door. I slowly placed my hand on the door knob, and twist. Carter must've been stupid, because he didn't lock the door. I thought the outside of this door would be another room, leading to the entrance, but it was a dark room. Completely empty. No windows. No closets. No table. No chair. Just a door. A huge double door. Made out of what appeared to be pure steel. I spotted my backpack in the corner, surrounded by at least ten fresh water bottles.

I ran for it. If this wasn't my chance to escape, I don't know what would be. I grabbed about five water bottles, placed them in the front pocket of my backpack. I ran to the other side of the room where is spotted my knife, a gun, and tons of rounds. I took everything. I don't care that I was basically performing a criminal action. In this world, everyone's a thief, a killer, and a runner. It's every man for himself. I heard Rick say that. Once I placed everything carefully in my bag, I ran for the door, not looking back at all. I placed my hand on the door urgently, I pushed it open with all of my strength. I ran for what seemed 3 seconds until I saw what was in ten feet in front of me. I slowed down. A herd. Maybe twenty of them. I lost my breathe so fast, I almost passed out. I was nervous. I never have fought off a herd that size by myself. I went back inside. Quietly, I walked back inside. I went back into the room I was "locked" in, and I realized how tired I was. A random swoop of dizziness swung over me. I felt a sudden nausea come over me. And a headache to almost make me scream. I set the backpack down by the door as I locked it. I walked over to the cheap, springy bed, and plopped down. I couldn't take it anymore. I've become depressed. If I die, I die. I'm tired. I need to take a break from living. I closed my eyes, and fell asleep instantly.

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As I was walking to my house, after picking up casserole from Carol's house, I heard a baby cry. It sounded as if it was coming from outside the walls. However, it wouldn't have been because no one would ever put their baby outside for roamer bait. I dropped the food, not even caring that it was in a glass container. I ran towards the sound. I didn't care if I had to jump fences, climb walls, or push and kick people. I felt like I needed to do this. I felt like this was the way to prove myself to everyone.
As I reached where the cry was coming from, it stopped. I was in shock to see where it was coming from. My house. I slowly approached the door, placing my hand on the knob and faintly twisting it. I opened the door, to see my mom holding Judith, while sitting next Rick.

"Mom?" I asked curiously.

"Oh! Ron! Have you met Judith?"

"Uhhh... Yeah, I guess."

"Well I better get going. I have to meet up with Michonne and Deanna." Rick stated, with a slight country accent.

"Rick?" I asked.

"What?" He asked.

"Can you teach me how to shoot a gun?"

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So obviously the second part of this chapter was in Ron's POV. I have decided to add him to the story. Also, the second half was the day after Pete died. IT IS A FLASHBACK!! I know Ron isn't really introduced until season six,  but I needed to add him before the mid-season finale. I may or may not know Ron's fate in that episode. It'll be a GREAT chapter though.