Carl Grimes X Rescued

Part 1: the chase

Song for this chapter: don't fall asleep by avalanche city

The branches whipped my face and felt like tiny slaps across my face as I ran through the forest. This time, I wasn't running from walkers, I was running from people. I did not know if these people were good or bad, but I still ran. Why am I running? I have been alone for roughly two months. These two months have been the toughest months in my life. I had no food, very little, dirty water and next to no sleep. My body was indented at every bone and crevice, showing my starvation. My face was pale, from lack of sleep and water. Any urine that I could get out of me was icky, brown liquid. I was on the brink of death with only a knife for protection against danger. I left the old rickety house that was my base and went to look for food today. I came across a group that was on the move and saw a child with a full backpack. This group looked well looked after, so I didn't think they would mind if I took the backpack from the small child. 

Little did I know that they did mind. A lot. I was shot at and had arrows flying past me. And now, a few of them are after me. I can't run far, and I can feel myself about to pass out. Even so, I kept running, because in this world, if you give up, you die. That's the rules. Running from these people was near impossible for me, yet I kept going. My breathing hitched and I fell to the ground, still conscious, barely. 

I had no strength left to get up and go, but I can't give up. The heavy foot steps are coming closer and closer as I try my best to crawl into a hiding spot. My efforts are useless as someone clambers onto me and flips me over, pressing a knife to my neck. This person was a boy, around my age- 14-, was wearing a brown sheriff's hat, shaggy brown hair and amazing blue eyes you could get lost in if you weren't careful. I then reminded myself that this boy is possibly going to kill me and snapped lout of the trance I was in. The boy straddled my waist, letting all his weight fall on my hips. I winced in pain because I could barely hold myself up, let alone carry a healthy boys weight too. 
"Who are you?" He said loudly. 

Pain coursed through my abdomen as I felt a small, snapping sound in my hips. Squeezing my eyes shut, I bit my lip hard to try and ease some pain. I couldn't answer, if I opened my mouth it would only make me scream in the uncomfortable feeling that pain was. "WHO ARE YOU?" He yelled, pushing the knife further into my neck.
I simply shook my head side to side, creating small cuts along my precious neck. The boy shifted his weight, purposely creating pain. I felt another snap in my left hip, making the pain unbearable. I screamed as tears rushed down my face and into my hair. The sound of bones breaking and crunching made me feel sick to the stomach.  I struggled to answer his question. The boy held my head still and yelled the question at me again. "Shannen," I whispered so quietly, "My name is Shannen. Now please, I can't take your weight, please, kill me or get off. I can't take the pain, please." I begged.

The teenage boy lifted some of his weight off me and I sighed in relief. He eyed my deprived body and his mouth dropped open. he proceeded to pull the knife away from my neck, but still sat lightly on my waist. "Do you have a group?" He asked flatly.
I shook my head, "No, it's just me. Has been for a few months." 
"How many walkers have you killed?" The boy wanted to know alot.

"Too many to count, why does it matter?" I was still whispering, along with trying to hide the immense pain.

"How many people have you killed?" He ignored my question.

"A few, Four I think." My mind didn't want to go back to those events.

"Why?" In hoped he wouldn't ask that.

"For my own survival, I didn't want to kill them, but I had to." Another tear slipped down my pale cheeks. 
The boy got off my waist and put his knife away. huffing in what seemed like relief? I couldn't move, I had no energy to. If I did move, I would hurt myself too much. "You can get up now." He said, crossing his arms.
"I- I can't. I'm too tired and sore." I whimpered. 
"How long has it been since you've eaten?" He knelt down beside me.

"About a week." I replied, not daring to look at him.

"What about since you've slept?" I wish he'd stop asking questions.

"I think about three days, I haven't had clean water in a month and last time I drank was two days ago. That's why I took the bag, I needed water, I'm sorry. Can I go to sleep now? I'm tired." I yawned.

"Not yet, you need food and water before you do, or you might die." He said.

"I'm sorry for taking the pack, I needed water or food, I only just managed to get this far without passing out, I'm sorry for taking it." I said.

My eyes widened at his prediction. I sat up, biting my hand to distract me from the pain in my abdomen. I tasted blood, then removed my hand from my mouth and saw a bite mark. I shook my head and wiped my shaking hand on my shirt. I used the tree next to me as support to pull myself up, not very well though. My hand now probably needed stitches from my biting.  With all my strength to haul myself up onto my feet, I still found myself falling. Not a word came from my mouth, nothing. Not even a yelp or a whimper or a scream, nothing.

The ground was ever so slightly damp and it felt nice underneath my clammy palms. Everything smelled so nice, so fresh. Foreign hands clamped down on my waist, lifting me into the air.I was still awake, but I wasn't there, I was zoned out. Everything felt like a dream, like it wasn't real. That is, until someone shouted. "Why did you bring her back Carl?" A guy with a scruffy beard walked up to us.
"I'm sorry dad, she's gonna die without our help. Get her some water and some food, she needs sleep too." The boy, I now assumed to be Carl said.

Carl sat me down on a road, the concrete was cold, but it was a nice kind of cold. The bearded man huffed and grabbed the backpack that I took and pulled out a bottle of clean water and a muesli bar. He handed then to me hesitantly. "Thank you," I said quietly, "So much." 

The man just nodded and walked off to talk to a lady with dreadlocks and a samurai sword. I looked down at the food and water he handed to me, debating which to devour first. I felt guilty for taking their supplies, even when they gave them to me. Carl was kneeling next to me. I looked up to him, my hips were still sore and sitting on them was very painful. 

"Eat and drink, then we will walk a little further, Daryl can probably carry you, you can sleep in his arms." He urged.

"I feel guilty for taking your supplies, even if you did offer them to me." My brows furrowed and a frown appeared on my face. "I feel like I don't deserve them."
"It's okay, just eat." He took his hat off and played with the rim. 
I did as I was told and slowly ate the muesli bar. My stomach welcomed the food like it was gold. These days, food and water is more valuable than the most expensive diamond ring. As I took my last bite of the delicious life saver, I moved onto the water. The feeling of clean liquid running down my throat felt alien. I was so used to the dirty, unhealthy water back at the old house I was in, I forgot what this tasted like. The bottle was empty withing minutes.

Yay! first chapter, comment what you think about it and plz share this, I want people to read my fanfics cuz I try my best with them, the ones that are uncompleted felt like they werent gpoing anywhere or I had no idea what to do next :( hope you'll like this one though