"Carl?" I barked. "Where the hell are we? And where are we going?" I foolishly followed him on yet another adventure.
"Just shut up." He said rudely. I don't know why I followed him out here. Well I do know why. Rick asked me too but I don't know why I said I would. He was constantly being an ass to me. I didn't really mind, I mean tensions were constantly running high.
It was oddly silent. No raspy moans or rustling leaves which was good for a change.
"Carl! Seriously!" I yelled.
"Shut your busted ass face. Please. Your going to draw them. Just stop screaming." He said calmly. That one hurt. I can be annoying, gross, or rude. But I'm not "busted" or ugly.
"Fuck you!" I turned to run towards the prison. But he grabbed my wrist.
"No." He bossed pulling me back to him with force.
"Let go of me" I said through gritted teeth and tried to pull away from his firm grasp.
The day had just starting to reach its full sunniness and small amounts of crunchy brown leaves fell over us. The breeze was nice too, it smelt fresh. Well as fresh as it could be. The grass tickled my mostly bare legs as I tried to plant myself to the ground so Carl knew I wasn't going to back down.
"I don't want to be around you anymore, Carl. Please let me go." This time my request sounded more whinny but what could I do. Carl was 10 times stronger than me.
"Fine." He looked away from me and I started to fast walk back to the prison.
He didn't even seem to care. It was like I didn't matter to him at all. I joined his group 2 years ago. You think he would at least pretend to like me by now.
I couldn't really find the prison. But I knew I had to, and quickly. Although my short shorts helped me beat the heat, they in no way protected me from bugs. Wait. Bugs? That means there was a mass of water near by.
I tried to find swarms of gnats and mosquitoes and follow them. I was really dehydrated at that point and needed to fins this body of water.
I heard Carl's voice in the back of my mind, mocking me, asking stupid questions like, "why waist time with water when we have some back at the prison?" Or "how can you be sure there is water?" That last one was a good point. But I remembered what Daryl said about it and felt confident that even in the eyes of the all mighty Carl, I had finally done something right.
I say that sarcastically. He is anything but almighty but that's what he thinks of himself. He was so egotistical and a snob. But despite that and the the fact that he was a huge asshole, I couldn't deny my inevitable attraction go the boy. I mean how can I not be attracted to him.
For starters, he was the first boy even close to my age I had seen since the beginning. And his icy blue eyes with that dark brown hair at the prefect length. Again, how what I not supposed to be attracted to him.
The sound of loud, rumbly, moans snapped me out of my thoughts. I looked around only to see nothing.
It seemed like it was time for a break so I sat on a log to rest. Now I was in the mood for Carl.
It was actually kind of depressing always having feelings for Carl. He never like me. Not even as a friend. I mean he would never even pretend to be nice to me. But that was OK. I can live with him not liking me.
Again I heard the moans and turn around. I wasn't so lucky this time. At least a dozen walkers were right over my shoulder. I pulled my knife, stabbing them in the head, but the seemed to have been multiplying. I missed on one of them which has, in the past, proven to be a fatal mistake. I was overwhelmed with despair. I wasn't the strongest fighter to start off with and now you throw walkers at me in mass amounts? How could I fight this.
