Blurry Face

Escape

Chapter 5:
I looked at the ground and into the hallway where Enid leaned against the doorway with a menacing look in her eyes.
"The door must have jammed."
"Well are you ok?" Rick asks
"Yeah I am fine." I say running my hands through my hair.
I grab my water bottle and go to my room. As I pass Enid I bump into her and we exchange glares.
"Don't let that happen again." I say opening my door.
I open my window and climb out. I just want to escape. I walk to the backyard armed with a knife. There is a small swing hanging from a tree so I sit down to think.
What's Enid's problem with me? There is only one explanation, she likes Carl too. But who can blame her? With his wavy brown hair and blue eyes. But he's mine and I am determined to keep it that way.
Speak of the devil. Carl comes from around front with his hands in his pockets.
"I knew you would be out here." He says.
I nod my head looking at the ground.
I get up and walk past him to go inside. He grabs my arm.
"What really happened?" He says searching my face for emotions.
"Enid. She jammed the door." I say
"I knew it." He says grabbing my hand.
"I just needed to get something out of my head for a while. Then it might make more sense." I say
"Then let's walk." He as we begin to leave the backyard.
"But Enid?" I say
"It's ok she won't hurt you again." He says.
I smile and turn to him.
"Carl there's something I need to tell you."
"It can wait." He smiles. Wrapping me In a big hug. I relax in his arms.
For a moment I forget that there could be walkers or raiders or anyone watching us. I am completely happy for once after what happened today.
"Carl?"
"Yea?"
"Next time we clear a house can I stay with you?" I say barley a whisper.
"Of course." I smiles hugging me tighter.
After a few more minutes we break apart and head back to the house. Carl enters through the front door but I climb back through my Window.
As I close the window I hear the floor creak behind me. I slowly turn and see a flash before something collides with my temple. I fall to the floor.
A man stands above me holding a knife! He laughs and I scream. I kick and make contact with his shins several times as he advances towards me knife in hand. I grab my knife from my pocket and stab him in the thigh.
He screams and steps back my knife still in his thigh. He falls to the floor and I scramble to my feet. He takes his own knife and launches it at me. I barley duck and it cuts my arm through my thick jacket. I scream in pain. And hold my arm. The door burst open and I hear a round of gunshots I cover my head and drop to the ground.