Shadow (TWD Carl)

~Chapter 6~

I woke up feeling like I've had a brick thrown at my head. I try to sit up but I feel dizzy and I'm forcefully stopped and pushed back down. I open my eyes while shading them with my arm and then close them again, being blinded by the light. I keep them open when I got used to the light and observed my surroundings.

Four men were in the room surrounding us. I slowly sit back up again, trying not to make any sudden movements, and looked at the first guy. He looked quite old. He had white hair and a beard, and was leaning on crutches as he was missing one of his legs.

If he was bit they must have amputated it, smart...

The next guy along seemed younger, around 40 years old. He held a crossbow and had mid-length, brown hair. He looked like someone who would beat you up over the littlest things.

I look to the next, he was in the far corner of the room. He was a boy around my age. He had beautiful blue eyes and brown hair. He seemed quite depressed as I could figure from the dullness shadowing his eyes and the frown he held upon his face.

It took me a little while but I finally turned my head to look at the last guy. He had curly dark brown hair and a beard in progress. He looked about the same age as the guy with the crossbow, and was more soft around the edges.

"We're not going to hurt you unless you try something stupid first, all right?" I barely heard the last man say towards Michonne. I just looked up at him. My throat felt too dry and scratchy for me to respond. I could hear more chatter but couldn't concentrate on the words being said, I felt so tired.

"You wanna tell us your names?" I look up at him again, unable to respond while he repeats the question again, this time directed toward me. "You want to tell us your name?"

I hear the crossbow man asking for a man called Rick and the guy in front of me responds back. I guess he's Rick. I just stare off at the cell door as 'Rick' gets up, looks at all of us and then heads towards the cell door, calling for someone to do something I think.

The boy around my age walks to the door, holding onto the basket of supplies we had brought along. The guy with the crossbow unlocks the cell before wondering off with the others. I zone out but manage to tune back into the small talk.

"The doors are all locked. You'll be safe here." I heard Rick say.

"We didn't ask for your help." I tilt my head to get a view of Michonne and sigh in relief, knowing she's fine and still acting like herself.

"Doesn't matter, we can't let you leave."

The men lock the cell door and walked away. At that moment I had collapsed again and let the darkness consume me once more.

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"We can tend to that wound for you all, give you a little food and water, and then send you on your way." I woke up to the voice and it took me a while to get back to reality. He was talking to Michonne about Kira's injury.

They haven't helped her yet!

I quickly sit up, ignoring the pain shooting through my head and searched for Kira. My eyes glanced over the room until I spotted her in a separately caged off section.

"But you're gonna have to tell us how you found us and why you were carrying formula."

"The supplies were dropped by a young Asian guy with a pretty girl." I heard Michonne answer. I tried to move from my place but I was too bed bound, or should I say floor bound.

"What happened?"

"Were they attacked?"

"They were taken." I responded, my eyes never peeling away from Kira.

"Taken? By who?"

"By the same son of a bitch who shot her." Michonne input.

"Hey, these are our people. You tell us what happened now!" I turn around to see the guy, who I assume to be Rick, grabbing Michonne's arm and putting pressure on a cut.

"Don't you ever touch me again!"

"You'd better start talking. You're gonna have a much bigger problem than a gunshot wound in a little girl." Says the crossbow guy, holding his crossbow to Michonne's head.

"Find 'em yourself." I say with a hint of anger beneath the words. I was so furious about the way they are getting us to talk. I slowly push myself off the ground, slightly swaying every now and again, and take a seat next to Michonne. Rick puts his hand on the crossbow, pushing it down while telling the guy to keep calm.

"You came here for a reason."

"There's a town. Woodbury. About 75 survivors. I think they were taken there." Michonne states.

"A whole town?"

"It's run by this guy who calls himself the Governor," I quietly input and roll my eyes at the end, remembering my father.

"Pretty boy, charming, Jim Jones type." Michonne adds.

"He got muscle?"

"Paramilitary wannabes. They have armed sentries on every wall."

"You know a way in?"
Michonne looks to me before I sigh and answer for her. "The place is secure from walkers, but you could slip your way through."

"How'd you know how to get here?"

"The Korean mentioned a prison. I hadn't been to this area before but Michonne had, she knew what he was talking about."

Rick nods and stands up. He turns his body so he is slightly angled towards the old man. "This is Hershel, the father of the girl who was taken. He'll take care of that wound on the little girl."