So I literally wrote this chapter in one whole day... Whoops! I apologize that this is short...
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Carl's POV
They were everywhere.
Everywhere we turned.
Everywhere we looked.
They were there.
The walkers .
The ones that would roam the abandoned streets.
The ones that would crave your thin blood every second of the day.
The ones that would scratch your delicate skin without a thought of it in mind.
The ones that would kill anything for any tasty meal.
The ones that would turn yourself into one of them.
"Carl"
I felt useless as the screeching voices rung through the air as it hung like a corpse, Sending deadly chill up my spine.
"Carl.."
I don't know why I didn't do anything. I can't just stand here and watch it happen in front of me. I didn't wanna lose anyone else.
"CARL!"
Snapping out of my daze, arms shook me uncontrollably. Making me focus back into reality. My eyes wandered until they met with Michonne, who stood in front of me.
"Are you alright?" The older, Independent woman asked. I realized she cared for me since the day she came through the gates.
Just like Ava.
The young girl with chocolate brown hair and orbs that shined above her broken armor. The girl that would put anyone herself. No matter what happened in that moment of time, day or night...I found myself noticing her as someone unique, something that was rare. I don't know why... But I just haven't found out yet.
"I-I don't know..." I mumbled honesty. I was never going to be alright. No matter how much food was in my stomach, No matter how many walls were around my shelter, No matter how many bullets I had... It didn't matter anymore. What mattered was what changed me.
The walkers, my loved ones I lost, my home...
My eyes kept focus on the woman in front of me, until my dad came right up behind her.
I backed away a few steps, to get a closer look. Small bits of splattered, red blood on his tee. Large, heavy beads of sweat trickled down his face. His chest filled with short, small breaths as he tried to retain his fast heartbeat. He hesitated for a moment, like he was unable to speak his feelings. He was about to speak until footsteps started to come near.
Ava.
The girl who looked similar to my father at the moment. Not by genes or the DNA. But by the blood, sweat, and tears. The red blood was splattered on the lilac tee she wore. Large drops of sweat ran down her skin. A trail of tears were on her face.
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Insanity | Carl Grimes
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