Struggles In The Dark (A Carl Grimes Fanfiction)

Alive

Luke's P.O.V
"My parents," I say.

"What?" Denise asks.

"You asked how I knew to do burr holes. My parents, they both were surgeons. They used to give me scenario after scenario. I hated it. I had to get it one hundred percent right and if I didn't, I couldn't go to sleep until I did. They made them harder and harder if I answered incorrectly. One night I was up until four in the morning. They wanted me to be perfect. They wanted me to follow in their footsteps. Being a surgeon was never on my To-Do list though."

Enid's P.O.V
I've had Ron tied up for awhile now. He's crazy. Jessie didn't protest one bit either. Ron's a danger to himself and everyone around him. Obviously. It's better this way.

"What do we do with him, Jessie?"

"I'm not sure, but we can't untie him. He'll kill you."

"He needs punishment. Harsh punishment."

"Enid. I agree he should be punished, but not too badly."

"He killed Carl. He's a murderer. He deserves it."

"He's my son, Enid.."

"Yeah, and Carl was someone's son too."

She only stared at me. No movement, not even a facial expression. She shifts her attention to Ron and lets out a sigh.

"I know. Carl was a good kid. He didn't deserve this. I just wish there was a better way to deal with all of this."

"Me too."
                               __________

"I can't sit here anymore. I have to go outside. I have to see if anymore survived the attack."

"No, Jessie, you'll get bit."

"The walkers have cleared out around the house enough to make a run for it. I'll be fine."

"Okay, whatever. I can't stop you."

She opened the door and ran out, slamming the door behind her.

"You should go with her, maybe you'll be eaten too."

"Go to hell Ron."

Luke's P.O.V
"When do you think Carl will wake up?"

"I'm not sure. Maybe a coupe of days. Could be a week."

"Jessie is running around outside! I have to help her!" Rick yells at Denise and I from the other room.

"What? No!" Denise says, but it's too late. Rick had already made it outside.

Denise and I watch from the window.

"Jessie! What are you doing out here! You'll get yourself killed!"

"You're alive! I'm looking for any survivors!"

"Come inside, hurry! You're drawing attention!"

They both run back inside Denise's house. Denise and I emerge form Carl's room to meet them.

"Luke, you're okay too!"

"Yep, doing just fine."

"Is there a problem?"

"Yeah. There is. Your son almost killed Carl."

"That's - wait, what? Almost? Carl's alive?!"

"Damn right he is."