The New Kid || Carl Grimes

Hiding Between The Aisles | 16.0

Skylar's P.O.V.

"What are we actually getting front this place?" I ask, walking beside Carl.

He licks his lips, "I told you, this place just seemed as if it was stocked with a few things."

My stomach flipped every time Carl mentioned how close we were getting. I don't know why I was scared really, I've done this before. By myself even. I guess the area wasn't comfortable for me. It seemed so quiet, as if a walker would pop up any second without you even knowing.

"Stop sweating, Sky," he held my hand in his. "It's okay."

"It's not sweat smart ass," I snapped. "It's the water droplets leaking from my 'obviously' wet hair."

My hair was starting to dry a bit, but I loved how it kept me cool and calm. For some weird reason, it made my breathing feel effortless and light.
His fingers were weaved into mine, and every few seconds, I felt him squeeze harder. I suppose you can say that made me a little more sane as well.

Along the way, we'd spot a few walkers from a distance and we'd hide between the trees. We kept very quiet, barely whispering a word, and took light, feathery steps across the grass and soil.
Eventually, all the trees started to clear up into a more open space, from where we arrived to the abandoned store.

"Phew, were here!" Carl crouched over, settling his hands on his knees and taking a few breaths. "And thank god, it's clear of walkers."

There was a feeling of relief for a few seconds, and on we were into the abandoned store.

The door has a little bell on it that went 'ring ring' as you open it. Ha, cute.

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There's two walkers wandering in the store, secure doors, and like Carl said, lots of supplies, food, and other products.

"What'd I tell ya?" he boasted, sending me a wink.

"Yep, you were right," I say while looking around the store. "So where do you want to start looking? Work our way up from the way back?"

"Yeah, good idea."

It's a pretty small store, but it seems like barely anyone has been in here. Therefore, it's a little stocked. I begin looking down an aisle that has a few books, pencils, and other supplies like so.
I really could use a few supplies. I love drawing and writing.
I stuff two notebooks and two packs of pencils in my satchel.
The next aisle has literally one pocket knife on the tiled floor. For fucks sake, I pick it up and shove it in my back pocket.
As I enter the next aisle, a body slams into mine.

"Oops, sorry," Carl pulled himself back. "Didn't see you there."

"Yeah me either," I reply. "Find anything useful?"

"Well, thankfully, I found more gauze for my eye, a bottle of water, and um, here." He reached inside his flannel shirt and pulled out a folded piece of cloth. "It's a shirt...for you."

I unfolded the shirt and held it up by the hems. It was a hue of blue, kind of a baby blue, and it appeared to be a crop top. It had no sleeves and latched together by the neck with a simple knot.
I, then, held the shirt up to my torso, and looked myself up and down.

"It's really nice!" I tightly hugged him. "Thank you so much, you didn't have to."

"Eh, why not?" he said, hugging me back. "You should put it on now."

He wants me to change right now? In the store?