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chapter three
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Juniper;
"Carl, wanna see what I got?" I say to lighten the current mood.
He sighs. "It's not anymore pixie stix I hope."
"Nope." I say as I pull out a vintage camera from behind my back.
I found it in the store and picked it up just before he had me come help him, now, here we are walking in the middle of the street at dusk. Together.
"Why did you let him stay? You could have done this on your own. You don't need another one in your life, especially someone like him."
"Shut up."
"I'm sorry?" Carl says.
"What? Oh... I wasn't talking to you."
"Then who the hell were you talking to?"
"Uh... myself. Sorry."
I had agreed to let him stay even after the things I had said to him and the things he said to me. He insisted to be with me, I insisted for him to fuck off. But something in him wanted to stay with me so bad that he yelled foul words in my face. Was it because he didn't think I could live on my own? He doesn't know what I've done.
"Anyway, I can't believe you found that. Does it even have like film or anything?"
"It's a polaroid, you fucknugget. There's picture things in it and when you take a picture, the picture thing comes out of the picture hole on the top. Got it?"
"Yes, I get it."
"Let's take a picture."
"No June."
I hold up the camera in front of his face and press the button. The brightest flash I've ever seen come out and blinds him.
"Holy shit, thats bright as hell. I'm pretty sure you just blinded me and every walker in a three mile radius."
"Walkers... that's what you call them? Sorry by the way, just havin' fun."
"Yeah... it's okay. We- I mean I, call them walkers because that's literally all they do. Walk." He says. Then, he starts to imitate one of the 'walkers'.
"Damn Carl I think your imitation was so good you attracted a mate." I say cheekily as I point to the dead one coming up the road.
"I got this." He says, giving me his cart and running up to it.
He stumbles a bit and looks back at me and I giggle into my hand.
"Still not used to it, huh?" I yell, pointing to my eye.
"Yeah... shit."
"Carl?!"
He stabs the walker in the face and starts running back towards me.
"Get in one of those houses... um, that one!"
"Carl, what's going on?"
"Juniper, there's a horde! Get in the fucking house."
"What about you?"
"I'll go hide the carts in the bushes, wait for me. Hold the door closed, I'll knock three times."
"You piece of shit." I seethe through my teeth at him as I run to the two story house on my right.
I close the door and watch through the window as a horde of at least one hundred 'walkers' trudges through the road like bumper-to-bumper traffic.
