my guardian angel «+» c.g.

chapter two

Carl

I woke up early the next morning eager to see my so called 'guardian angel', but she wasn't there. I began to think it was all a dream when suddenly, a gust of wind came by my face, and I suddenly had the urge to turn around and look on the top bunk. E had suddenly appeared on the top bunk, and she was going through my comics.

"Hey! Give those back to me, E!" I exclaimed. She shook her head and started laughing while simultaneously giving me my comics.

"You're going to have to learn to compromise your items sometime in the near future, Carl because we are 'bunk buddies' now I'm afraid," E said in her soft, smart person voice.

"I'm not 'compromising my items' anytime soon pal. But do you want a change of clothes? You're still, erm dressed in those...rags," I explained. E looked at herself and then gasped. I chuckled as she vigorously shook her head yes. I went into my bag and pulled out some jeans. I thoroughly searched through my bag for shirts, but I couldn't find any.

"Carl?" E asked, sounding cautious.

"Yeah?" I replied, turning on my heel to see her with the rags on her top half and the jeans I got for her on her bottom.

"Can I have some clothes from that bag?" She asked slowly, but in her same calm voice. I looked to the bag she was talking about, and I immediately got enraged, but I kept my cool and said "no," in a stern way.

"Carl," She started slowly. "–I need some clothes, what do yo–" She said, but I interrupted her.

"I said you can not have any clothes from that bag, E," I spitefully spat. E looked at me in disappointment, and she muttered something under her breath.

"What?" I asked, my spitefulness wearing off.

"I said, we have a lot of work to do," E calmly said as she hopped off the bed. E then twirled in a circle, and some clothes appeared on her. "Let's get out of this cell, shall we?"

We left the cell, hand in hand and we proceeded to the table. Before we got there, E stopped.

"What is it?" I asked her.

"The others cannot visibly see me, you have to go alone. And don't talk about me, understand?" She asked quietly.

"Oh, alright then," I said, bummed out because my new friend can't sit by me at the table. Before I knew it, E poofed into oblivion, and I was left alone.

At the table, I ate my stale cereal in silence. I let a bored look stay planted in my face as I stared down at the table. Daryl was sitting directly behind me on the stairs. Then, my dad walked in from the tombs.

"Everybody okay?" My dad asked. Everyone turned to face him. Maggie, Glenn, Beth, Daryl, me, and even Hershel swiveled in his chair to look at him.

"Yeah, we are," I replied tediously. Why does he get to leave and I am forced to stay? I lost her too, we all did.

My dad walked closer to us, step by step and made sure we were all accounted for.

"What about you?" Hershel suddenly asked.

"I cleared out the boiler block," My dad stated, then he looked down at me.

"How many were there?" Daryl asked.

"I don't know," My dad started. "–a dozen, two dozen," My dad finished. Then a silence fell, until my dad said, "I have to get back, just wanted to check on Carl," With that, he pats my back and turns to leave.

"Rick, we can handle taking out the bodies," Glenn said. "You don't have to."

"No—I do," My dad said. "Everyone have a gun and a knife?"