Insanity | Carl Grimes

Chapter 1 - And You Are?

AVA

"Inhale and Exhale"
It was the words I tried to remind myself. The only thing that came out of my mouth was short, raspy breaths that begged for more oxygen. My legs felt like jello as I continued to take more steps. My old, brown combat boots skidded against the hard, rough gravel beneath my feet with each step I took.

The small bag that rested on one of shoulders was completely empty, while my quiver only occupied a few arrows.My hand held the handle of a bow that was slowly getting heavier by the second, making my arm weaker. That bow saved my life so many times, I had suddenly lost count.

My bloody, ripped clothes clung to my cold body. A small dagger that brought death, laid hidden in my boot with the ability to get ahold of quickly. My skin was covered in dirt and dry blood from wounds.The scariest thing to me was, I didn't even know if all the blood had came from me. My body started to ache with each movement I made. I continued to walk to the front door of the abandoned supermarket in front of me. I began to speed up my pace, gripping the handle of my bow tighter. My eyes wandered around the area before I slowly placed my hand onto the metal door handle.

I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath as I began to whisper to myself.

"1"

"2"

"3"

I finished my sentence off as I swung the broken, glass door open. My eyes scanned the whole place, checking to see if there was anybody. The dark scenery I saw sent chills up my body. The only sound I could hear was my heavy breathing, filling the atmosphere, while I crept my way to find any left over food on the shelves.

As I walked, I noticed the old, ripped newspapers scattered across the tile floor. I picked one of them up. I started scanning the thin piece of paper as I noticed all of them had a bunch of articles and reports about this outbreak. I threw it back onto the floor, knowing it was useless. Then, I continued to walk.

There was sharp, shattered glass from old light bulbs, scattered across the floor in a small area.
Thin spiderwebs, covered the cracked windows that were suppose to shine the bright sun. Instead, they were full of unwanted dust and darkness. The silence managed build up the tension as I rounded the small corner.

I sighed to myself at the small amount of food I saw left. There was only three cans of chunky soup with a very small jar of expired peach baby food.

"Someone probably came here already." I thought. I came to a place where most people would come for food, I knew it would be hard to find something, but at least something was better than nothing.

I swung my bag off my shoulder. I zipped open the small bag. Then, I began to fill the bag with the items. It'll only last me a few days, but I'll always have to find a lot more I guess. That's what you always had to do. You kill, You Eat, and You sleep.

I continued to fill up the bag until a familiar groan immediately filled my eardrums.

I already knew what it was.

I turned around to face a walker. I gripped my bow as I grasped an air.

"Aim, Breath, Release"