Innocence ( The Walking Dead )

3- No

As we were walking inside Carl's house he stopped me in front of the door. "Now the place might be a little...rambunctious. So just keep that in mind." He said to me and I scrunched my eyebrows. "Why would they freak out?" I asked we Carl placed his hand on the door knob. " I wasn't exactly allowed to leave the gates." He said nonchalantly as he swung open the door.

A man came out from the kitchen, I assumed was Rick, and stared straight atCarl. "Where....in the hell have you been, boy?" He yelled at Carl, Carl huffed. "I was on a walk." He told Rick and he scoffed. "For 4 hours?" He questioned and eek nniiikneeled down to Carl's height to be face to face. "I needed some air dad, I have been trapped here for a month with nothing to do." He announced and Rick put his hands on his belt.

"Did you take a gun?" He asked him and Carl pulled his gun out from the waistband of his jeans. "I'm not an idiot." He stated and tossed the gun to his dad. Rick shook his head and turned to me. "I see you brought a friend." Rick said and I looked down at the floor. "I found her on the highway...but she's clean and I made sure to-" Carl was cut of by Rick. "No, absolutely not." Rick said shaking his head and began to walk away. "Dad come on! You can't just leave her to die, she's 16 dad.....like me!" Carl yelled and Rick and Carl ran into the kitchen. As the yelling continued I turned around, walked out, and slammed the door behind me.

I jumped off the porch steps and just ran. The community walls were extremely large so it was hard to find the gates that lead out of this hell hole. In the mists of running I collided into another person. As I hit the ground and looked up I saw that it was Enid who I had crashed into. "I'm sorry." I said in a rush as I quickly stood up and began walking past her but she grabbed my arm and pulled me back. "What the hell?" I questioned as she stared blankly at me. "You need to leave. Now." She said to me still holding my arm.

I yanked my arm from her and stumbled back. "I know exactly the kinda girl you are." She said, smirking as she crossed her arms over her chest. "Yea? Who am i?" I questioned as she walked toward me. "That cut on your lip, it spreads from your lip to the middle of your chin, so someone had to have hit you. That wasn't an accident. And the bruises..." She gestured toward my arms and I looked down and saw the trail of black and blue spots running from my shoulder to spots on the back of my hand.

"Someone was hurting you." She said finally. I swallowed a large portion of my spit and shrugged her words off. "So what's your point?" I asked and played with the hem of my tank top. "So you're broken. And sensitive, and we can't afford that. That's why you need to leave." She said finally and started walking away but turned and looked at me one last time.

. "We're at war, you either stay here and die, or you leave and still have some sort of chance."