A Collection Of Tales

Carl-y

"Hey Carl-y." I laugh, nudging my best friend, Carl.
He laughs back, "Hey Sam-y."
We sit, reading comics next to each other on the floor of the house we're temporarily staying in.
The prison just fell, but while Rick and Carl have been down, I've made it my job to keep them staying positive.

"Look at this. It's so cheesy." He laughs, pointing to a strip of a guy and girl saying cliché things.

"I don't know. I mean it's cheesy but if it were to happen in real life I'm sure it'd be cute." I shrug.

"So you would want that to happen for you?"

"I don't think so. I mean, I'd probably want someone to be direct with me." I look over at him, but he's still looking at his comic book.

"Will you be my girlfriend, Sam?" He asks, flipping a page and still looking at the book.

"That depends. Do you promise to like me more than comic books?" I ask with a smirk.
He sighs and smiles, looking up at me.

"I guess I can do that." I laughs, pulling me into him.
My head lays on his shoulder, and his arm is around me.

"You certainly are more important than comic books. If I lost those, I wouldn't flinch. If I lost you, I would go nuts."

I smile, and kiss his soft cheek.

"You're sweet Carl."

"I know, right?" He laughs, planting the book next to him.

"Let's play a game." He says with a smile.

"Hide and seek!" I yell, "start counting!"
I run down the stairs, and climb out the window.

"Ready or not, here I come!" He yells.
I can hear doors opening, as I watch from outside.
His loud footprints down the stairs stop suddenly.
I feel a rush of terror come through me, as I sit in silence.
A hand roughly grabs my shoulder, and I scream.

"Carl! Don't do that!" I yell, turning around.
Only it isn't Carl. Of course, it's a walker.
A scream erupts from my throat, and I push it.
As I try to run, I trip over a tree that has fallen over.
I stumble down, and the walker growls in hunger as foam slops from its mouth.
All of the sudden, as I let out a sob before I die, I hear a gunshot. One with a silencer, but it still makes a sound.
The walker collapses, and Carl stand with him gun.

"Carl." I sob, tears streaming down my face.
He pulls me up and I let him hold me.

"Don't do that to me, Sam. I couldn't bare losing you."