Finding Hope [A Carl Grimes FanFic]

C10 ~ Torn Apart By The Circumstances

Running, it feels like it's been hours of just...running. A
Small herd or walkers has been trailing behind me for approximately thirty minutes. Nothing I can't handle but I rather not, with only eight bullets left and my knife, I don't want to waste anything I could use in the future.

I stop running to take a breath. I look ahead to try and see if there was anything I could find supplies in.
I see a small water tower up ahead with a small city.

I start walking towards the water tower in hope to find some food.

~time skip~

As I arrived to the building beside the water tower i take my gun out. I open the door and look around. Theres two rooms. Both are clear. Luckily I found some food and water. I see that there was a walkie talkie this probably someones outpost or something, it definatly isn't someones camp. Theres a cot in the second room. They wouldn't mind if I took some supplies or a nap.

I lay down on the cot and close my restless eyes. Slowly falling asleep.

~•~

"You could've gotten hurt, that was stupid and careless," a muffled voice states

"But I'm okay aren't I?" another replies.

I open my eyes confused. The people must be back.

I quickly and quietly get out of the cot, sneaking to the corner to look at how many people were there.

There's only two, both male both adults, maybe early thirties. My heart starts pumping against my chest. I'm in shit, deep shit.
I sneakily try to find a way out with out them noticing I'm here. I see a window to the side of the dresser.

I try climbing it as quietly as I can.
I make it to the top of the dresser. Now I just need to get into the window seal. I crouch on the dresser ready to jump across.  

I steady my feat and push off the dresser I'm able to get my hands on the window seal.

Dang it I knew I should've paid closer attention in gym class.

I try to pull myself up onto the window seal. I felt my fingers slip and my heart drop as I fall to the floor.

I feel my feet hit the cold ground ,well mostly my feet. I let out a loud gasp from the pain spreading through my right foot.

"What was that?" One of the men asks. Oh shit, No I'm dead, I'm dead.

"Eric, come here, it's just a girl," I hear a voice in front of me say. I look up to see one of the men from the other room.

"What happened to her," asks the other man named Eric, limping as he enters the room.

"What happened? Are you okay?" The first man to come in asks, taking a step forward.

"Wait Aaron, isn't she apart of the group we've been partially observing at that prison?" Eric says a smile appearing on his face.

"Yes," I answer for myself, lifting my foot from the ground to relieve stress from it.  I wince from the pain.

"What happened?" Aaron asks motioning for me to sit down.

"Um," am I really about to tell this complete stranger what just happened to the place I called home? "We were attacked by... people. They tried to take the prison from us but we wouldn't let them. Instead they destroyed it. Walkers over run it and a lot of our people were killed. The rest of us were separated. I managed to escape but on my own. That's when I found this place. And when I heard you, I didn't know what to do so I tried to climb out the window, but I think I broke my ankle or my foot or something." I tell them looking down at my now swollen and bruised ankle.