I woke up on a small, stiff bunk bed. I sat up on the bed and looked around. Bars, grey ceiling, concrete floors, looks like a prison cell. I feel a bad headache and the back of my head is throbbing. I l look for my gun but it's missing. It looks to be about 3:00 in the middle of the night. I push myself off the bed and feel my bare feet touch the cold floor. I look around in the dark, the moon light making it a bit brighter, and see my boots. I walk over to them and look inside for my knife. Gone. With no weapon but my hands I walk out side the cell.
I feel dizzy, like the whole worlds spinning. I've had this happen before.
FLASHBACK
"I'm sorry" I said crying "I didn't mean to!" I said, pretty much yelling."LOOK WHAT YOU DID" My dad yelled as he looked at his shirt with coffee spilled all over.
"YOUR GONNA PAY FOR THIS" My dad yelled as he walked over to an empty beer bottle.
"I- I'm sorry" I said with my tiny voice.
I closed my eyes tight as he hits me over the head with his empty beer bottle, soon everything goes black.
End of flashbackMy head was spinning. I know this is a concussion. I've had one before. (Referring to the flashback)
I couldn't handle it anymore. I was just too dizzy to stand. I fell in the hard floor and laid there for a moment before I blacked out, again.Carl's P.O.V.
I wake up to a small 'thud' outside my cell. I grab my knife and slowly walked to the curtain. When I opened it I see the new girl passed out on the ground. I didn't want to wake anyone up, since the have to get up in a few hours so I put my right arm around her back and my left arm under her knees and carried her bridal style back to her cell. I carefully set her down and walked back to my cell.I laid down and bed and closed my eyes.
Bella's P.O.V.
I woke up (again) in that cell room except now, it was bright and I could see. I slowly got up and slid my combat boots on. Then pulled my tangled messy bun out of my hair. I grabbed a brush and brushed the the tangles. I walked out to the stairs. I stood there for a second unsure what to do. Why am I here? Was this Carl's group? Why would he take me here? Are they nice? Thoughts raced through my mind as I walked down the stairs. When I reached the bottom I ran into a girl with blonde hair and blue eyes. She had a smile on her face. "Hi I'm Beth! I was just coming to wake you up!" She said with a slight laugh. "Rick wants to talk to you, he's in the cafeteria." She said pointing to the left. "Oh... Uh... Ok" I said awkwardly walking away.I followed the signs that read 'cafeteria' until I reached some doors. I stood there unsure who 'Rick' was and unsure if I even wanted to know. I slowly opened the door and saw a man in very old cop clothes and long dark curly hair pulled back.
"I'm guessing your Rick, I was told you wanted to talk to me?" I said looking at him as he walked over to me."Look, if you want to stay here, you gotta prove your worthy. You can start by going down to the gate and killing walkers through the holes. My son Carl is down there too, he'll show you what to do." He said with an angered voice.
"Okay. But I want my gun and my knife back." I said
"No, not until you prove yourself." He said.
I rolled my eyes knowing that was coming and started to walk away until I felt his hand grab my arm and jerk me back.
"If you do ANYTHING stupid, I will put a bullet in your head." He said through gritted teeth
"I won't." I said while looking at him straight in the eyes.
I walked down to the gate to Carl. He was shoving a pipe threw walkers heads but stopped when he saw me.
"I'm guessing my dad sent you down here. That box over there has weapons. Go grab one." He said staying focused on his task.
I walked over scanned all the weapons and picked up a rusty pipe. I walked back over about 10 feet away from Carl. Out of the corner of my eye I watched him. I still didn't trust this group. Every time he stabbed one he would take a step closer to me and every time he did that, I take and even bigger step away from him.
•45 minutes later•
I had blood all over me. I saw Carl throw his pipe back in the bin so I followed.He looked at me "What are your plans?" He asked
"I don't know. Why should I tell you?" I said staring at the walkers that were still standing outside the fence.
"You don't have to but I'm gonna tell you this: it's safe here and you'd be pretty dumb if you left." He said looking away and at the prison.
I ignored him and started walking towards the prison.
-Hello! I think this one was a little longer then the first chapter! I might update later tonight but if I don't I'll try to update tomorrow.
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Alone| Carl Grimes
Fanfiction•{Carl Grimes Fanfiction}• Bella is your typical teenage zombie killer, and this is her story. - Some characters and the storyline is written by Robert Kirkman from the tv show "The Walking Dead" I'm just adding in Bella's story.