A Collection Of Tales

Carl-y Coo Part 2

"Sugar!" Carl whispers, a panicked look on his face.

"What's wrong?"

"Alexandria is being attacked!" He grabs a hand gun, putting it in my hands.

"Grab Brie, quickly."

I run into her room, and she looks up at me with a scared expression.

"Mommy, what's all that loud sound? It's scaring me," she starts crying.

"Brie, something bad is going on. We're going into the basement for a while, alright?"

"I'm scared mommy."

"I know, baby. But right now we need to be quick and quiet."

I pick her up as she quietly cries into my shoulder.
I run down into the basement, and lock us in a bedroom.
There's already a few teddy bears and such for her, and huge warm blankets.

"Are you cold, Princess?"

"Yes."

I grab her, and get under the covers with her.
I wrap us in the blankets, the gun secured in my pocket.
There's gunshots and screaming all around, and Brie cries into me.

Something starts slamming on the door, and a few tears run down my cheeks as I cover Brie's mouth to keep her quiet.

There's a bang, then the body seems to have fell over.

"Sugar? Brie?"

I run to the door, revealing Mom and Carl.

"Hurry." They run in, and Mom locks the door.
Mom kisses Brie's forehead, and hugs me.

"Thank god you're alright."

Mom sits on the couch, gun ready, while Carl joins Brie and I in the bed.
We hold each other closely, Brie between us.

"It'll be over soon, baby. I promise." I whisper to Brie, kissing her forehead.

~

It's been a while since the attack, and I haven't let Brie out of my sight since.
Especially now that we can't even leave the house because of the tower flaking, letting in hundreds of walkers.

"Remember what we did back in Atlanta?" Rick asks.

"Of course."

"Well, we're going to do it again."

"How am I suppose to do that to Brie?"

"Put her in it with you." Rick sighs.

I look down at her, and she looks up at me with terror.

"Honey, you need to be quiet when we get out there. You can't make a sound."

"Alright mommy. Is Daddy coming too?"

"Daddy?" I ask, confused.
She points over to Carl, and he blushes.

"Oh, you mean Carl. Yeah, he'll be with us, too."

~

It was all happening so fast.
Getting out there, watching Sam and Jessie die.
It was taking everything I had not to run back inside with Brie, who was holding onto me with her life.

A gun sounded, and Carl dropped to the ground.
Scared he was dead, I screamed.
But alas, Rick picked him up, and we both ran as fast as we could to the infirmary.
Michonne sliced any walkers that tried to touch our un-infected flesh.

"Help him!" Rick yelled as he laid Carl down on the bed.

"Is he dead?" I cry, pulling the bloody sheet off of Brie and I.