The Walking Dead - a story untold

Lights out

CARL'S POV

I was terrified for Kelsea's life, mine too but the way that man looked at her gave me the goddamn creeps. I hated seeing her gagged, even though I was in the same condition and I could barely see her.. I was in the back and she was in the front of the truck. Every time the man looked at her or talked to her, I saw her eyes grow wide with fear, and felt mine do the same. I feel so weak, and the fact that I can't protect her drives me insane. "You sure you don't mind your little boy toy here with us?" The man asked Kelsea. She responded "Hurj schayun hure." The man stared at her, angrily and ripped the gag from her mouth. "He's staying here.." Kelsea said sharply. The man sighed "If he must.." He put Kelsea's gag back on and gave me a dirty look. "We're here." He says sternly and kicks open the door.
"Alright, feisty boy, this may not be for you.. But I'll let you stay... Here's your chance to reconsider." The man says to me, as he pulls me out from the truck. "Nuh eh doomt rechonsidre." I tried to say. "Ugh" the man said, ripping off my gag. "No, I don't reconsider.." I say, looking at Kelsea. "That was your last chance.." The man said, "Alrighty, let's go." He put my gag back on, way tighter than before. Kelsea looked at me, she looked really scared and sad, and I know that I did too. "I wish my daughter would have sex with me." The man said, completely out of nowhere. What the actual fuck is wrong with the dude. He saw my confused look at gave me a dirty look, "Hey, she's hot, maybe I'll let her fuck you a little, I think I might make her fuck me.." Oh god..
We arrived to a dark, not well lit room. "Finally." The man says, slapping Kelsea's ass. "Welcome to your final destination." Why did he put emphasis on final.. Oh fuck please no. I tried with all my might to move, but the man slapped and told me "No" which he said very sternly, looking at me extremely harshly. "Time for us to get.. Bizz-EY!" He grabbed Kelsea and brought her close to him, smirking. LEAVE HER ALONE!! Kelsea closed her eyes and tears flowed down her face. I didn't realize I was tied to anything until I tried to run to Kelsea.. I was stopped bye a snap of rope and taken aback, slamming on the ground. "BUBKENOSMOOAMIWNIWBISBIANOQNIQBQUBWUBWONWOMQUNS" Sounds came out as I struggled, crying, trying to get to Kelsea.. I can't let anything happen to her. "What the FUCK are you doing over there feisty boy?!?!?!?!" The man yelled, running over to me. "You fucker!" He said, lifting something above my head... Dropping it.. Darkness.

I have no idea how long it's been, but I woke up to see Kelsea crying. My hands and feet were untied and my body hurt. I ripped off my gag and ran to Kelsea. "K-Kelsea.." I said, hugging her. "We've got to find a way out. Please untie me, Carl.." Kelsea said crying. I start to untie Kelsea, but I saw a shadow and started untying much quicker. "GUYS COME ON!" Sam yelled running over to us. "Thank god, it's you Sam!" I said, "Help me untie her, please.." Sam looked at me, then at Kelsea and she started untying her feet. Finally, after a few minutes Sam and I got Kelsea free. "Help me up." Kelsea said, reaching her hand out and I pulled her up. "Did you find anyone else yet, Sam?" Kelsea said, and I could see where the tears used to be on her cheeks. "Yeah, they're all right outside here. C'mon, let's go." We walked outside the room to see Emily and Jordan standing there, holding weapons, for them and for us. "Here." Emily said handing me a pistol.
"WHERE THE FUCK DID MY PRISONERS GO?!" The man who held us captive yelled. I peaked around the corner, pistol in hand and looked for the man. "We're over here, BITCH!" I screamed, hoping he'd look for me. I lifted my pistol up and waited for him to come into view. I saw him and shot his chest immediately. He fell on the ground gasping for breath. I couldn't let him die, he needs to be tortured. He needs to feel the pain he made Kelsea and I feel. "You mother fucker!" I said running up to him. Cutting through his stomach, ignoring his screams. For some reason he stopped screaming so I looked up. "Calm down Carl.." Sam said, glaring at me. "CALM DOWN?!" I yelled. "You think I can fucking calm down knowing what the fuck this man did?" I started crying, and banging on the ground. "I can't believe I let anything happen to Kelsea! He deserved much worse.." I say looking up at Kelsea, remorsefully. "No.. No, Carl it's not your fault.. Please we have to go, come on." Kelsea says, reaching her hand out and I reluctantly grabbed it and pulled up, tears still streaming down my face. "Let's go." Jordan said sprinting towards the door.
"I know how to hijack a car." Jordan said running towards the nearest vehicle. "I know that you can also drive." Emily said, remembering him driving a motorcycle early this year. "Yeah.." Jordan said, "but only a motorcycle.. But a car can't be too different.. I hope." Kelsea looked at him distrustfully and said "Don't worry. Before my dad died.." She hesitated, "he taught me how to drive, so I'll drive." I trusted her a lot more than I trusted Jordan. For some reason I can't find any reason to trust Jordan, I feel like at any moment he would kill us all.. But I don't know.
   Kelsea hops in the car and yells for everyone to get in.. She's smiling but when you look in her eyes you know that something happened, you can see her trama and its devastating. "I call shot gun!" I yell, sitting next to Kelsea. "I think we would have let you take shotgun, I mean if she crashes, we won't get hurt as bad." Sam said followed by laughter of her, Emily and Jordan. Kelsea stuck her tongue out at them and smiled.. How is she so happy? "I'm not that bad of a driver!" Kelsea said, jokingly. "Alright, then let's go!" Emily shouted, pushing Kelsea's back, playfully. They're all acting like nothing happened.. Kelsea put her foot on the gas, her hands on the wheel and drove, I didn't know where we were going but she kind of just drove to nowhere, hopefully somewhere.. "Maybe we'll find everyone if we drive long enough.." I said, hopeful. Everyone was silent and I saw Kelsea nod her head. The silence continued for a long while until Kelsea eventually stopped. "Can we crash here for tonight?" Kelsea asked, she was clearly exhausted, so I nodded my head. I looked up to see a little unoccupied cabin. "Alright, let's go." Sam said opening the car door.

SAMS POV

  The cabin was pretty small but pretty okay for only staying a few nights, or hopefully only one. ---3 hours later--- we were pretty settled in to the house or at least as much as we will be. "It's kinda late, but I think we should have a campfire, you know, to forget or try to forget everything that happened today." Emily said. It's a good idea, but everything did happen today.. I agreed anyways, mostly because everyone else did. --10 minutes later-- The campfire was completely set up, by Jordan.. Him and I haven't been too close lately, but I sat next to him anyways. --30 minutes later-- We've been talking about random things trying to distract our minds from everything that's happened. "I'll be right back." Jordan said, standing from his chair. "Alright, babe." I said as he walked away. When he was walking, something fell from his pocket, but he didn't seem to notice, so I picked it up. "What is it?" Emily asked, squinting her eyes. "Some sort of note I think." I responded, trying to examine it. "Weird." Carl and Kelsea said simultaneously. I shoved the note in my pocket, I haven't looked at it because I didn't want to invade his personal shit. "WHO THE FUCK TOOK THE NOTE?!?!" Jordan yelled, running out of the house. "Seriously, who the FUCK took it?!" Jordan shouted angrily, pulling out a gun and aiming it at us. "Woah dude, what the fuck, put the gun down." Carl said, surprisingly calm. Jordan did not put down the gun. Carl ran over to Jordan, and without hesitation, punched him, right in the face, instantly knocking him out. "Lights out, bitch." Carl said, staring at the motionless Jordan.
   I couldn't help myself so I looked at the note, it read--

Dear, Sam, Kelsea, Emily and Carl,
I've lived a full enough life. I can't handle much more, life is hell and I just can't take it anymore. I know it may be a shock to you, but I know that eventually I will be nothing. Hell, you will be nothing. In what this world is we are useless, and I doubt there is any cure or any shit like that. I'm sorry, but this is a goodbye. Not for now, forever. Have fun living in hell.
                 Sincerely, Jordan.

Oh my god, Jordan was going to kill himself. I walked over to his still body and collapsed, crying and throwing the note.