Struggles In The Dark (A Carl Grimes Fanfiction)

New Life: Part One

Luke's P.O.V
"It's wake up time bitches!" Negan yells sitting up in his bed.

He yanks back the covers, revealing he only wears boxers while sleeping. Yay, what a wonderful sight to see first thing in the morning. He climbs out of bed and pulls on some clothes. Carl and I had to act as a human pretzel just to be able to fit on this damn couch. Needless to say, we got next to no sleep.

"Ah, still in bed are ya? I thought I told y'all to get up?"

Negan walks over and snatches me off of the couch, causing Carl to land on the ground.

"Maybe y'all need a little motivation to learn to do as you're told."

He starts beating me. Hard. He continuously punches me in the face and kicks me in my sides. Once he's done he shoves me to the floor. I lay there, hunched over with blood spilling from my nose like water from a faucet.

"Next time, it'll be worse," he looks to Carl, "And you'll be the one receiving it!"

"I wanna see both of you down stairs in two minutes. Don't make me wait any longer," Negan commands.

Carl tends to me once he's left the room. He helps me up and sits me on the couch.

"Will you be okay?" he asks.

"I've had worse. I'll be fine."

"Come on," Carl says sanding me up, "We gotta get downstairs."

As we walk down the stairs, we're starred at. It's not because of Carl's eye, the people in here have seen worse. There are more guys with burns like Dwight's. And it's also not because of my bloody nose. They're staring at the both of us, not just one of us.

"Kids. They're kids!" Someone says in disbelief.

"I can't believe they aren't dead!" Someone else says in a gasp.

"This way. Negan has set up a special task for you. You get to take inventory. Usually he has someone trusted do it," Dwight explains while leading us into a different room.

A room without staring adults.

"Seems easy enough," Carl says.

"It is for now. Soon, he'll have you doing much worse things. Much harder tasks."

                           __________

"We'll die here. We have to escape as soon as possible," I say.

"I know. I just don't know how. You saw all those walkers around the fence. There's only one way in and one way out," Carl replies.

"There has to be a flaw. There's another way, there always is. There's gotta be."

The next five hours, we spend our time taking inventory of ammunition, food, water, and medical supplies. No weapons. Smart on their part.

"We could keep some of their bullets, but where would we get the guns?" Carl offers.

"Bullets are useless. We're never getting our hands on a gun."

"We could always kill him in his sleep, there's that."

"True, but we'd get caught. Definitely."

"We're trapped. This place really is a prison. We aren't ever getting out, Luke."

"Yeah," I sigh, "I know."