Love Like This (Carl Grimes Love Story)

Chapter 7

Carl's POV

My lanky figure caries itself step by step down the stairs. They creak in disagreement with each step I take. The pressure from my weight made it seem as if the stair case would snap in two if I applied anymore weight.

I made it to the waiting area just at the bottom of the stairs, where dad said he'd meet me. And like he promised, his tired and aging body was leant against the windowsill. His tired eyes looked about the premises as he waited for my presence.

"Dad?" I simply ask. He turns on a dime with wide eyes. He must have been deep in thought because I was for certain my steps were no quieter than an elephants.

"Carl." He greeted with a smile. He continued once I didn't return the gesture. "You got to see Sydney today." He stated the obvious.

"Yeah." I agreed. There was no one else in the room, which was awfully weird considering everyone liked to be stuck up your ass around here. Some more than others I'm afraid.

"So what was she like? Tell me about her." He sat at the edge of a burgundy couch just by the window and beaconed me to join beside him with a pat of the seat. I obliged, slowly walking over and popping my soar body on the soft material.

"She's uh- she's weird." I began. "She thinks there's gonna be a cure, so that makes her not want to kill the walkers." I push the tangled hair from my face.

"Well it's normal for some people to feel like that." Dad argued. He had a way of looking for the good in people. No matter what they had done, he always thought there was good in them.

"No, dad, don't take me lightly when I tell you she's weird. She actually killed a walker today. She was quick and effective. But the problem is, after she killed it, she bent down, closed its eyes and prayed for it. Like it was still alive." Her actions were foreign to me to say the least. How could you do something that most humans have now forgotten, to someone that was dead?

"Sounds like her and Hershel will get along just fine then." He chuckled at the thought. My mouth dropped at his irrational thinking.

"You're really letting a girl we still know nothing about stay here? What is wrong with you?" I bark. I stand up from the couch and look at him, my body towering over his small frame.

"You said it yourself: she's quick and effective. And she's what? Maybe 16? 17? She needs a home. A family." He took my words and threw them right back in my face. I rolled my eyes at his statement.

"She's been on her own. She'll do fine out there again!" I yell before turning and exiting the room in a quick manner. I skipped to the front door and swung open the large hunk of oak. The wind from the speed I had opened it hit my face in a refreshing manner.

The sun was high in the sky as its rays came down and beat at my body. The gravel crunched beneath my worn souls as I flew down the driveway. And before anytime had passed, I was being shaded by the tall and gloomy trees.

The leaves symbolized our exact moment of time:

Death.

At first the leaves would turn from a vibrant green, into a blazing orange or a sunset yellow. But then little by little the life was being drained out of them by the harmful surroundings. Each day they withered and turned into a depressing brown. After, they would fall off of the supporting plant and fall effortlessly to its grave.

We would soon fall into our graves. Everyone at different times, like the leaves. It was the pure and innocent who turned into the sickly brown first. They always fell to their resting place because they had nothing to offer this sick vision. Nothing to put out to make it even sicker than it already was. They offered no gore. No violence. They still saw this place as pure.

But then, there were people like me on the other hand. I am the vibrant yellow that sits at the top of the stump. But instead of withering into nothing but dust, I feed off of the sunlight of bad visions. Instead of water, I drink the blood of an innocence.

I'll be one of the last to go, because the universe puts scene after scene of death in my face. And each time I must watch. And each time, the leaf I am stays the same yellow.

I watch my feet as I continue to observe the meanings of the different angelic and demonic life forms. The breeze swept past the beads gathering along my forehead. My hands shook in anticipation as I waited for something besides myself to rear it's ugly head. My stained knife molded into my fingers tenderly.

A soft moan could be heard in the back of my mind. Hot air parts my lips in relief. The dark enemies that posses my soul claw at my interiors. Each step I take leads to them climbing further up my body, each step leads for my heart to pound with excitement and adrenaline to coarse through my veins.

My heavy steps flow into a steady run, and the walkers moans become more. I now hear a group of the lifeless bastards. With every leap and bound I make my ears catch a different noise. A louder noise.

I arrive at the top of a large hill and come to a screeching halt. My orbs widen with worry and panic. I stare shocked at the sea of walkers slowly marching this way.

A/N

Guess who's back and better than ever. Me. Lucky guess I guess.

Anyway! I'd like to remind all new readers that this is just a book that I have set to the side and I will not be updating it as much as my other book. Now that does not mean I will not continue it in the near future. I do. The updates are just slow right now because my main attention is drawn to my other book. So please take that into consideration.

Thank you.

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