For You // R.G.

Chapter 66

Carl was silent, his anger was deafening, even when he was a few yards in front of us, walking in a fast pace to avoid being near Rick and I.

"Carl!" Rick yelled to get Carl to slow down, Rick almost collapsed, he almost took me down with him. He didn't seem to care, he was too busy worrying about his being pissed at him. Rick called his name again, Carl turned around to face us, his face showed the hatred he had,

"Carl, your dad can't keep up with you-" I started to say in a gentle voice, not like in a reprimanding kind of way

"Whatever." Carl says in a sharp tone, before Carl could turn around, Rick yelled his name,

"Carl!"

Carl didn't care, he kept walking away. I sighed and tried to regain my strength to keep hauling Rick down the road,

...

After we moved the couch against the door, Carl was tying the doorknob with string, I didn't ask since he, one, hates me, and second, Rick needed to lay down.

"Lay down there." I say to Rick as he slowly dropped on the couch, I was about to leave him be and search the house for food but he grabbed my hand gently, pulling me towards him.

"Come back." He says with a weakened smile. I gave him a small smile, it was hard to be happy after all that has happened. I kissed Rick on the cheek,

"I'll try and find a first aid kit to clean your cuts." I whisper, he and I locked eyes for a moment until I got up and went to search the house of supplies. We had already cleared the house for walkers so I wasn't expecting anything to pop up. When I reached the bathroom I began to search for any pain killers or cleaning alcohol, while doing so I heard the floor creek behind me. I turned my whole body while pulling my dagger out to protect myself because I thought it was a walker but it really was Carl. He stood there looking at me as if he was waiting for me to leave the bathroom.

"I don't think the plumbing works." I say in a plain tone, I started to rummage through the cabinet on the wall, thinking that was what he was waiting for.

"No shit, Sherlock." Carl retorted. And at that moment, I had enough from him. I separated from the shelves and looked at him,

"Look, I know you hate me and all but right now..." I shook my head, I stopped myself from getting any more angry, I kept searching for things in the shelves but he kept giving me shit.

"I hate you because you're my age and you're screwing my dad AND because you act like you're all high and mighty!-"

"High and mighty? How do I act high and mighty, Carl? I contribute to the group and I make my sacrifices. I know I'm only three years older than you and I'm with your dad but this was his decision as much as it was mine. I can't change the fact that the apocalypse isn't the best way to hook up with someone but that's just what happened!" I yelled back. He stood there and glared at me, I glared back but he stormed away going up stairs. I exhaled and tried to calm myself down, I went back to the bathroom and gathered what I managed to find and went back to clean up Rick. I went over to him and he was sleeping, I was still upset about the whole Carl thing but I tried to wake Rick up as peaceful as possible. I figured he was in a heavy sleep when he didn't wake up when Carl and I were arguing.

"Hey, Rick... I'm going to clean your cuts." I whispered loud enough for him to wake up. He didn't move, I decided that he wasn't going to wake up from me whispering so I shook him gently. He still wasn't waking up, I shook him harder and harder until I began to cry, knowing something was terribly wrong. I checked his pulse, I couldn't feel anything, I started to perform CPR on him. As I pumped up and down onto his chest cavity, the couch was squeaking which drew Carl downstairs,

"Are you kidding me, you're having sex on the fucking couch-" Carl started to tell until he came down the banister and saw that we were not screwing. He stood there for a moment, not knowing what he was watching. I turned my head back and forth to him then to Rick.

"What... What's going on?" He asked in a shallow and fear filled voice. I started to tear up again,

"Carl, go upstairs." I ordered, I didn't want him to watch Rick die, or watch me try to pump his already dead body with air.

"What the hell do you mean?! What's going on?!"

"Carl, your dad isn't breathing-"

"Is he dead?" Carl asked in a flat tone. I turned my head, I kept my rhythm with Rick, Carl was watching me, he had tears in his eyes.

"Carl.." I tried to explain but he ran up the stairs. I couldn't chase after him because I had to keep doing this to Rick. I had stopped crying for a few moments while talking to Carl but once he was gone and I was left with only Rick, I began to ball. I pumped harder,

"Why the hell are you dead? What the fuck happened? You just died in a minute?" I hissed to myself, I was beginning to grow angry and desperate, knowing he wasn't going to come back. I was now crying uncontrollably. I separated from him, knowing that all I was doing was just as if I blowing air into a balloon that had a huge tear in it.

I cried over his body, I begged that he would just magically wake up. Poof, he was better and I wouldn't have to bury his body. But as time passed, I knew he wasn't okay, and I knew that he was going to turn and that I was going to have to kill him. I knelt by him and combed my fingers through his curly hair while I teared up silently. I kissed his cheek and laid my head on his chest, hoping to god to hear a heart beat but I didn't have my hopes up. I cursed this world for making the dead turn, in this moment all I wanted to do was lay with him but with every passing second, there was a better chance of him turning and trying to eat me alive. The morbid thought was in the back of my mind as I kept remembering the moments we shared together. I thought back to the time I met him and our first kiss. I started to tear up once again, but once I felt his body shift beneath me, I drew away from the couch. I sat across from him and watched in terror as I saw him turn. He then started to reach out for me once he saw that I was on the ground. I started balling now, I couldn't do this.

"I don't want to... Please don't make me do this..." I cried as I slid further and further away from him as he drew closer. I then heard his voice which made me freeze,

"Max..."