Last Resort. A Walking Dead fan fiction

Chapter 3

It took Carl about half an hour to reach the prison. He could see little curls of smoke hovering above the walls. Walkers still roamed through the courtyard with little to no direction. Just as he had thought, there were still vehicles in the outer yard, and the blown-out wreck of the tank was sitting in the courtyard. There were still too many walkers roaming around to get in safely. He had to find a way to get them to move. He slowly moved up until he reached the line of vehicles the Governor had brought to attack them. The first one he came to was a jeep. The keys were still in the ignition, and when he turned them, the jeep started with a roar. Every walker in earshot turned its head, exactly the reaction Carl had been looking for. He threw the jeep in gear and tore across the outer lawn. Walkers gathered against the fence, clawing and trying to reach him. He spun a few donuts in the lose dirt and turned back to towards the row of cars. Using a board he found in the back seat, Carl jammed the gas pedal to the floor. As he reached the row of cars, he threw himself out of the jeep and landed, rolling in front of a military truck, a duece and a half. When he came to a stop, he sat and watched as wave after wave of walkers streamed through gaps in the fence and followed the screaming jeep. When the last of the stragglers had passed, Carl stood up and walked around the duece. Right now they needed a few supplies, so the duece would have to wait until his next trip. Instead, he chose the Governor's Ram pickup. He drove it up to the walls of the prison and shut it off to keep from causing too much noise. He filled the bed with boxes of food and as many guns as he could fit. He stacked boxes of ammo in the back seat and extra magazines in the passengers seat. When the truck was full to over flowing, he started it up and headed back to the subdivision. As he drove through the streets, he thought about how they could block off certain places and make this neighborhood in to a new Woodberry. Finally, he pulled into the driveway of the house he had left Rick in. But something was wrong. The doors were still barricaded, and there didn't appear to be any walkers around but there was a car parked in the driveway, which had been empty when he left. Horrible things flashed through Carl's mind as he killed the truck and ran up the front walkway. He entered the house with both of his guns drawn. Sitting on the couch, feeding Rick a bowl of ramen, was Carol.