Shadow (TWD Carl)

~Chapter 26~

Rick told us all to make weapons from anything we had or could find in the train cart. I still had my shadow daggers and Bowie knife but still made other weapons for the rest of our group. Abraham, the buff guy with a moustache, was explaining to us how he was thrown in here. "They seemed nice enough, but I was ready to go. We just got here, but damn, it was time to go. When I told them about DC, a wink and a nod from the head asshole in charge, they pulled their guns and it was right back to our regularly scheduled shitstorm."

"Before they put you in here, you didn't see Tyreese?" Sasha asks us.

"No." Michonne responded.

"Good."

"Carl..." I sat next to him, still forming the make-shifts. "I'm sorry if I've upset you in any way. Is there a reason why you didn't want to continue the chat earlier?"

"It's nothing. Don't worry about it." Carl muttered. I sighed and put my head down, accepting the fact that he won't talk properly with me.

"The only thing I can do these days IS worry. Look if you aren't being social because of Judith then you-"

"Don't you dare mention her. You don't know anything, you don't know what I saw or how I felt. So don't even try to comfort me by mentioning her." He stands and leaves to the other side of the cart.

"She's alive Carl, I know she is."

"Bull." I brush my hand through my hair due to my need to snap at his rude attitude. It luckily relaxed me and I continued making the weapons.

Daryl was talking to Maggie about Beth who had disappeared one day when they were fighting off walkers in a house. I stopped making make-shift weapons when I heard voices outside and told everyone to shut up. I look through the opening with Rick and we see four soldiers walking over to us. "All right, got four of them pricks coming our way." Rick announced. "Y'all know what to do."

"Go for their eyes first. Then their throats." I reminded them. We all stood up and started to get ready for the fight.

"Put your backs to the walls on either side of the car now." A soldier ordered us but we didn't listen and the door above us opened. We were ready to attack but one of the men threw a flash bang into the cart and we had to back off.

My sight was blinded by the colour white and an ear piercing sound rang through my head. I felt someone grab me harshly and drag me out with a few others as I had seen when my vision started to come back. Rick, Daryl, Glenn and Bob were being dragged out with me and we were unable to fight them.

They shoved us into a room filled with other people, dead and alive. They muffled our voices by tying a rag around our mouth and tied our hands behind our backs to stop us from hitting them. I looked to my left to see people I had never seen before and to my right was Glenn, then Daryl, then Rick, and then lastly Bob. Two men stood behind us, one with a knife and one with a bat.

They started at the end on my left and hit a man in the back of the head before slicing his throat. They did that for the rest of them but were halted to a stop behind me when Gareth came into the room with a clipboard. I was nervous as all hell and was only hoping that some sort of miracle will save us from this death sentence.

"Hey, guys. What were your shot counts?"

"38." One of the men behind me said. The other one didn't answer.

"Hey! Your shot count?"

"Crap, man, I'm sorry. It was my first roundup."

"After you're done here, go back to your point and count the shells. Kaylee won't be gathering them until tomorrow." Bob started to talk loudly but was muffled and was trying to get Gareth's attention. "Four from A, four from D?" Gareth asked the men.