Apocalyptic Teens (TWD/Carnid Fan Fiction)

Chapter 24: Clueless

Carl POV

It was the verge of dawn. I stayed up all night, thinking about the phenomenon that had occurred before. Enid, who confessed her feelings to me. Ron, dead because of me. And Simone, totally clueless of all of it. Me and Enid forgot to tell her about it before we both went home to our houses.

I low headily got off of my bed. I walked over to the door, slowly opening it. Surprisingly, I heard my dads voice going on down the stairs. I unwillingly eavesdropped.

"Is there a problem?" My dad groggily asked whoever was at the door.

"Nope. I just wanted to give you a box of cookies. That's what I'm going around doing." A familiar voice explained.

"What's the occasion?" My dad asked, biting into a cookie.

"Nothing. Just because." The familiar voice went on.

"There has to be a reason." My dad insisted.

"I do work at the pantry. Do I not have to feed everyone?" The voice paused. "Well I better be going." The front door closed, leaving me curious. I trotted down the stairs, careless of how much noise I was making.

"Dad?" I called.

"Why are you up so early?" He asked me.

"I never went to sleep. I was too busy thinking. I paused. "And I need to talk to you. About Ron." I nervously added.

"Okay." He listened.

"Enid and I were outside of his house, because I was going to get bandages for my eye. We talked for a few minutes, and then we heard a gunshot. Right we did, we walked inside to see what just had happened." I told.

"Uh-huh..." He said, proving that he was still listening.

"Ron was laying on the ground, blood surrounding him." As if my dad didn't realize what happened, I made the picture clearer. "He killed himself."

My dad had a blank face. It wasn't that he wasn't upset. It was that he couldn't believe it. Much like how Enid and I couldn't. "Dad?"

"I-I need to talk to the group." He said as he walked to his room. I jogged back up the stairs to get dressed into my only outfit.

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Simone POV

.~Two hours later~.

I looked outside my bedroom window to see almost half of the group talking. I walked over to my door, twisting the knob to open it. I jogged down the stairs into the front room. I trotted out the door, trying to hear what they were talking about.

"And you didn't hear anything?" Rick asked Denise.

"No. Not besides the gun shot." She answered. Gun shot? Uh-oh...

"Man." Rick irritatedly added as he stomped his foot. "Well, I'm going to talk to Carl. I'll see what he thinks about it." Everyone nodded as Rick wandered off. I walked up to the group, curious.

"What's going on?" I asked, secretly panicking.

"Ron. He's committed suicide." Carol told me. Many emotions flew through my mind. Hate, anger, and sadness. I had to admit. I kind of liked Ron. But after I figured out what kind of person he was, I don't think anyone liked him. Especially not Carl.

Carl. I can only imagine what he'll think about this. Enid. She'll be broken. Enid and him were just saying how they love each other. Why would he take his life after something like that?

I ran away from the group, heading in the direction of Carl's house. I ran so fast that my surroundings were zooming past me.

Before I knew it, I was pounding my hand on his door. He came out, greeting me.

"Carl! I have to tell you something really disturbing!" I yelled, freaking out.

"And that would be?" He chuckled.

"Don't laugh at me Carl. I'm serious!" I insisted. He put his hands up, sarcastically surrendering. I shook my head in annoyance and continued to speak. "Anyways. It's Ron. He's dead." I was waiting for a reaction. But nothing happened. He didn't frown, his eyes didn't widen, and he wasn't in shock. I was soon to find out why.

"I know." He told me. I was confused. "I've been trying to find the time to tell you about it. Me and Enid were one of the firsts to find out."

"Oh. Sorry to bother you." He gently tugged on my shoulder.

"I really was about to go and find you." He assured. I nodded my head as Carl closed the door. My cheeks were probably burning red. I was definitely embarrassed by not thinking that Carl probably already knew.

Carl POV

I feel like I made Simone feel stupid. That wasn't my intention. I was literally about to walk out the door to go tell her about the accident. Now it will be even harder to tell her about me and Enid's feelings toward each other.

After dwelling on feeling guilty for a long time, I decided to go outside for a while. I needed fresh air to make my brain sane again.