*2 months later*
The cold, morning air blows around me as I walk around the side of my appartment building. Suddenly, a figure appears in front of me. Flashbacks of the Wolves comes into my mind. How they came in and destroyed my town. But, it was just Ron. He hasn't talked to me since we killed Enid.
"Hey, Cassie.."
"Uh, hey Ron.."
This got awkward really fast.
"I'm glad you're okay." He says quietly.
"Is Carl alright?" He adds on.
"Yeah. He is." I say, awkwardly.
"Hey listen. I'm a lot better now. I'm not mad about...Enid."
"I'm glad, Ron." I say giving him a weak smile. He returns the gesture and walks away.
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A lot of new people have come to Alexandria. There was a huge sanctuary in Alabama and they needed more room, so they came here. At least 50 people or more have joined our town. Abraham and a few others have been expanding the walls and building more houses. We don't talk about that day a couple months ago. The day where we almost lost everything. I shake my head at the thoughts.
"Cassie!" I hear a wonderful voice say. I turn to see the boy in the old sheriff's hat. He looks older. He's taller now. Much taller.
"Happy Birthday, sheriff." I say, wrapping my arms tight around him.
"You remembered!" He says, sarcastically.
"Of course I did. I'm not that bad of a girlfriend." I say, rolling my eyes. He just laughs and smirks. The same old smirk. He turns 17 today. It seems like he's so much older. 17 is a big number.
"Remind me, I have your present at my apartment. Stop by...around 7?" I ask. He nods his head and turns to run towards Abraham. He's been helping them build lately. Carl always has to be helping, no matter what.
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I start to walk over to find Rick and Glenn.
"Hey did you guys get the thing I asked you for?" I ask them, glancing around to make sure Carl wasn't in ear-shot distance.
"Yeah we did." Rick says, handing me a cloth bag quickly. He gives me a warm smile and return the gesture, turning on my heels and heading back to my apartment. Suddenly, I'm startled by the loud, screeching sound of the alarm at the gate...the one that goes off when we have visitors. I run as fast as my legs will carry me to the huge, towering gate. I pull my pistol from it's holster on my belt and turn off the safety.
"Open them." I say to one of the many townspeople. The gate seems like it takes forever to open. But, suddenly, I find myself looking into the brown eyes of a stranger. He looks about Carl's age. Tall, short, blonde hair. Glenn quickly brings the kid inside and closes the gate.
"Name?" I ask. One thing that has gotten very annoying since the apocalypse started, is asking for people's names and why I should trust them. It's the same answer every time. 'I'm just a person like you.' Yeah, sounds very humane.
"Liam."
"Just Liam?"
"Just Liam."
"What about a last name?"
"I don't use it anymore."
"Why?"
"Because everything from the past is gone."
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SORRY GUYS FOR THE SUPER SHORT FILLER CHAPTER. I'M TRYING TO BUILD UP TO SOMETHING BIG. BUT I WANT TO THANK EVERYONE FOR READING MY STORY!! (Over 1,000 reads???? What is life???)
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A Long Way From Home//Carl Grimes
FanfictionCassandra Smith has survived just about everything life can throw at her, but when she finds a group of survivors just like her, she may find many new things. Can she trust them?
