Goodbye // Carl Grimes

Chapter One

Lain's POV

Everything was sore from the walking, running, and climbing I've had to do, whether it be to get away from snappers, or to go on runs.

I hadn't realized how tired I was until I sat against the tree. I fought to stay awake but in the end lost, as I fell asleep in minutes.

"Momma?!" I called looking through the camp.

"Where are you?"

"Lainey, mom's busy. Why don't we go play tag?" My older brother placed a hand on my shoulder.

Screams erupted throughout the camp, I started running towards where they were coming from, to see my mom being eaten by snappers. So I continued running, I ran for what seemed like days. But it was barely an hour, and when I calmed down and decided to go back. I had realized I was lost.

I shot awake in the backseat of a car, I glanced around to see a Korean man beside me, a man with curly brown hair driving, and a man with longer brown hair and a crossbow in the front passenger seat.

"I'm Glenn Rhee, thats Rick Grimes, and Daryl Dixon. You are?" The Korean man asked.

I jumped at the sudden voice, I hadn't heard someone talk in forever.

"I-" I cleared my throat, "I'm Lain,"

My voice was dry and raspy from barely any water, and not talking on a long time.

"Where are you taking me?"

"To our group. We won't hurt you, that's not what we do."

"Where is your group?"

"In a safe zone called "Alexandria"."

I nodded, and looked out the window.

"We have three questions to ask you." Rick said.

"Okay,"

"How many walkers have you killed?"

"I don't count, but a lot."

"How many people have you killed."

"Three,"

"Why?"

"They killed my mom." I clenched my fists, at the time I thought it was the walkers that killed her. But when I finally found my way back to the camp, my group had already moved on, so I went to inspect my mother's body. A gunshot wound was to keep her from turning, but she was stabbed in the stomach, arms, and legs multiple times. Then fed to walkers to cover up for it.

"So how old are you?" Glenn asks changing the subject.

"Fifteen? Maybe sixteen."

"Figured, we have three others your age in our group. Enid, Ron, Mikey, and Carl."

"What are they like?" I ask,

They give me questioning looks.

"It's just been so long since I've seen people, three years maybe. I don't want to be around bratty people."