I ran as fast as I could. I tried my best to not run in to trees or bushes as I ran. I heard my sister scream for me.
"AVA!!! HELP!!!" She cried followed by blood chilling screams. I couldn't think, I just did whatever my instincts told me to do. The screams finally stopped, so I guess she bled out or something. I still ran though, with the fear of a rot getting me.
We call the living dead 'rots' because they are rotten.
My waist length golden blonde, wavy hair blew behind me as I ran. I stumbled over a rock and I struggled to keep my balance. My feet dance underneath me, trying to find the ground. I eventually lose my balance and stumble to the ground. I scrape my hands and knees, but I don't have time to feel pain. I get up and start running again. I dodge a dozen rots heading in the direction that my sisters screams were coming from.
I finally reach a large tree and climb as fast as I can, I get to a branch that is thick and long. I heave myself up and sit against the trunk of the tree. I finally have a chance to catch my breath but that is when the guilt sets in.
My sister, my own sister was being torn apart and eaten by the living dead, and I didn't even do anything! I just ran like a coward. Maybe it was my instinct, or maybe it was the hatred that I'd had for my sister.
Before the dead walked the earth, my family was broken. My father, John, was killed in the Army. My mom and sister didn't take it very well. My sister, Mia, lost control. She went out and partied, drank, did drugs and brought home strange guys.
She was only seventeen, and I was only thirteen when my father's death happened. And my mother..... She tried to be loving and understanding but she was just always, so, so drifted it seemed. She would always leave for a vacation without any notice, leaving Mia and I to fend for ourselves. I remember Mia always leaving with her slutty friends to go party. I would just sit home alone and cry, sometimes my best friend, Atlas, would come over and comfort me, but she was always so busy.
A lot of times my sister would come home drunk, and bring weird guys home with her. I remember laying in bed listening to her make out and sometimes do other stuff with those strange guys.
Mia wasn't just a slutty druggie, she was also abusive. She would punch and kick me, pull my hair, refuse to feed me, lock me in the basement, and so much more.
My mother was sick when the apocalypse started and she soon died in her sleep.
Mia and I looked exactly the same. We had the same aqua eyes, high cheek bones, the same hair, it was almost like we were twins born a few years apart. I used to be so close to my sister, but when my father died everything fell apart.
A few tears streaked down my face, and they burnt the scrapes that covered my face. I didn't hate my sister, I loved her! She was family! How could I just leave her? There's not much I could have done but I could have at least gotten all the rots away and put her somewhere peaceful to pass away, instead of letting her die by being ripped apart.
I was so deep in thought, that I didn't even notice the person climbing the tree.
"You like to use this tree too?" A voice said as a figure appeared before me. The sun was starting to set and the tree was casting a shadow so I couldn't see who it was, but it sounded like a boy.
I just starred at the figure before me. He let out a small chuckle and climbed on to the branch and sat in front of me.
As soon as he sat in front of me his features came in to view. He was wearing a sherif hat, a red and white plaid button down shirt and some loose jeans with hiking boots. His sherif hat covered most of his hair but I could see a little bit of his bangs, his hair was a shiny brown color. His eyes were marine blue, amazingly blue, almost glowing. His face dotted with soft freckles and had a small smirk on his face.
I found myself looking back up to his eyes, I just got lost in them, they showed no emotion but they were beautiful. He looked about the same age as me, and very attractive. I just starred at him unable to say anything, in fear that I might just break down and loose it after what had just happened.
He must have saw that I was crying because the smirk whipped off his face and he suddenly looked concerned.
"Are you ok?" He asked.
I starred at him for a second before shaking my head 'no'. A crisp breeze swept through the tree and I shivered with the sudden coldness.
The boy scotched closer to me and pulled me into his arms. I didn't care if he was a total stranger, he seemed nice enough and right now I really needed someone.
I couldn't hold it in anymore, I put my arms around him and cried in to his shoulder. He lightly stroked my hair and rested his head on top of mine.
"By the way my name is Carl." He said pulling away and holding me at arms length.
~~~~~Author's Note~~~~~
Hey guys!!! This is a new Carl Grimes fanfic that I'm starting. Friend, Julia, helped me pick out the title so I have to give her credz. Lol. So this is my fourth fanfic. I really hope you guys like it!! I think it's going to be very interesting. Also I was inspired by the amazing writing of The Lying Game series. Have any of you read that series? If not i highly suggest it. Well, I'll try to update as much as I can. I'm usually really busy, so if I don't update for a couple of days that's why. You guys should check out some of my other fanfics. I hope you guys like the story<3
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A Fever I Can't Sweat Out (Carl Grimes fanfic)
FanficAva has lost everything, her mom, dad, and now her sister, during the apocalypse. What happens when she meets Carl Grimes? Will she fall head over heals for the southern boy, or have the same fate as her sister?