If only

None of us ever thought this would happen.

"RELEASE THE WALKERS!"

"NO, PLEASE NO!"

"Anna" Carl whispers

"We'll die together, or fight together and live together!"

"NO I can't die with you!"

I can't trust him anymore, not after what happend. Carl and I are the last ones. The walkers are just out of control. All of them are dead but alive. it's been 5 years since it all started. To many camps, too many mistrusted people. And now I'm stuck with a 19 year old that has no idea what the hell he's doing. Rick died 5 days ago. I can't imagine what he is feeling. Carol was my mom but she was bit. I Carl had to shoot her I was there when it happened. I was supposed to but I Waited till she turned while Carl was outside. She turned and grabbed me and he killed her. I wanted to cut her arms off and brake her jaw! now were stuck with another camp that wants to kill us once again!

*stabbs walker in head and punches another then winces at the pain*

"WE NEED TO GET OUT OF HERE! ANNA LET'S GO!"

"I CAN'T LEAVE DARYL HERE!" He kisses me lightly on the cheek

"let's go." he whispers again

"I just can't!" tears fill my eyes and a walker grabs him hissing and spitting on him!

"CARL!" I quikly grab a rock luckily that has a jagged edge and stick it in the walkers eye making him fall like a rag doll.

"Thanks. now let's get the hell out of here NOW"

We run into Daryl killing off walkers as he goes and he tells us to keep moving.

"HOW DID THEY GET TO MANY?!"

I yell as Daryl hits the shoulder of one and I turn around grabbing the arrow and stabing the one behind me in the eye brow.

"I DON'T KNOW BUT DON'T STOP!"

We fought till we reached the car packed full of them, and living people that were bit or getting bit. Daryl kills them all with a couple shots but not to muh effort.

"Anna" Carl whispers with the most sensitive look and precious eyes. his hand lightly grabs my face as if he were going to kiss me.

"Yeah" I say in all seriousness.

"Hang on a second" he says and I'm so confused.

He walks over and kills off a dozen zombies that were lurking behind daryl then comes back with a little blood on his forehead. (Btw Most attractive thing ever)

He looks at me with his green, green eyes and says, "Can we be friends?"

WHAT THE HELL JUST HAPPENED!
Did he really just ask me if we could be friends?! After all we've been through!
And he basically just leaned in for a kiss! But what other choice do I have?

"No!" I say louder than expected.

"What? why not?" he says louder than I expected he would talk to me and Daryl comes over.

"Woah woah woah what's going on!"

"Nothing!" we both say in sync.

"Oh ok your having love issues huh Sofia?" he says with a slight smurk on his dirty bloody face.

"DARYL STOP!" I hate it! I hate Sophia! that's what carol called me before she was stupid enough to get bit!

" Woah blondie calm down!" Daryl says.

"Yeah, calm down ANNA" he says loudly than looks at Daryl with his eyes wide giving him that stop she is pmsing look.

"HELP!" A walker? No a man? what is it?! it comes wabling up to us and falls on it's face. it fell so hard he died.

Carl examines it, ya know the usual poking it with a stick after shooting it a couple times. Half of this man is a biter, he was bit torn up and dirty on one side of his body. The other side was also dirty but with no bites no rotting flesh, and no awful white eyes with a little pupil and blood shot eyes, as a matter of fact his eyes were a little darker than Carl's eyes.

"Check the pockets." Daryl says very demanding.

Carl still examines it as if it were a science project about to explode, a couple pokes here and there while I pull out the typicall. A wallet with the ID name Roger Landing, i gave up on the wallet and looked through the pocket again, some lint. In the second pocket on the not walker side was , 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10-11-12-13-14-15-16-17-18 crayola markers, a ton of cigerette rolling paper, and a lighter.

"Alright we better get a move on its gettin dark" Daryl says looking at his surroundings first then stretching.

I opened my bag and dumped all the belongings we found in the strange bodies pockets and put them in my pocket of the left hand side in my zbag and grabbed my gun, silencer, and Mac 10 put them both in the holster, then put Michone's old kattana sword around my arm and head then followed Carl and Daryl through the woods.

When it got dark we found a place far enough out in the woods that nobody would be but sure enough there were plenty of walkers so we got 39 of them cut there arms and broke there bottem part of there jaw so they wouldn't try to get us in our sleep and it's a repellant to all the other ones out there.

We lost one of our sleeping mats at a camp south of Atlanta that wasn't trust worthy either they took all our stuff and told us to hit the road after killing three of our people including Rick, so now me and Carl share a sleeping mat And Daryl had his own.

I fell asleep to Daryl singing Stevie Wonder and my head laying across Carl's chest with him kissing me on the forehead it was a pretty ok day if I say so myself.

I woke up the next day to...

"WHAT THE HELL!" Daryl says with disbelief on his tongue.

"HOLY SHIT! WAKE UP ANNA!" Says Carl in panic mode. that's what woke me up. Carl did. I've never heard him this pissed and angry before and confused but I got up and then I felt the heat, the heat of fire, and the crackling and popping of fire. It's-... it's a fire...

I continue to be confused as Carl runs around the circle of walkers trying to find Daryl. I continue to get up when I realize the sleeping mat was on fire. I get up and focus on trying to salvage our belongings. I shuffle my hands around on the dirt and start throwing dirt at the now rubble walkers. I get up and yell for Daryl. After i take two steps and step on something squishy and it starts to cough! It's Daryl! I couldn't see him because of the ash that blanketed his body head to toe.

"Carl! I found him!" I yell

"I tried to - fight them off" Daryl coughs and than rolls on his side while holding his ribs.

"Oh my god! What Happened out there?"

Carl rolls him on his side so he can take his shirt off, in the process Daryl keeps wincing t the pain of something that is obviously wrong with him. Carl takes his shirt off and there are scars on his back from his dads abuse when he was young, but he roll him over on his back and he has black, blue and purple bruises all over his chest.

"Who was it?" Carl says in an angry tone of voice.

"That camp south of Atlanta, I was keeping look out and they threw a granade , I quickly threw it back and than thy tried to torch us but they only got the walkers. I climbed through the biters and shot two guys and the other three didn't shoot me thy just jumped me. when the walkers got closer they left. I laid there and passed out."

"Those son of a bitches!" Carl yelled then he takes of running. before he cod run a couple steps Daryl tackles him.

"Carl stop! CARL THERE GONE!" Daryl yells.

"NO THEY AREN'T GONE UNTIL THERE DEAD!" Carl screams still squirming.

"CARL STOP IT RIGHT NOW!" I say


Carl looks at me with his bright green watery eyes, relaxes and stops squirming and gets up. He gets up and runs to me giving me a huge hug.

"I can't lose you. I can't lose you Anna." Carl begins to cry in my shoulder.

I stand stiffened, confused. Why? Why me? Why wouldn't he want to loose me? What about Daryl? why doesn't he miss Rick? I mean, it takes ALOT for this punk ass kid to cry. He's been through everything. It's been a while but Laurie is gone she died during child birth, Rick is gone he got taken, beaten and left to get eaten, and his little sister was the only thing he had left of Laurie. The little thing basically got eaten like a fun size candy bar.

"Babe, baby, please don't ever leave me. please don't ever..."

His words were interrupted by the unthinkable. Laughter. Our heads snapped up to a mob of laughter. Literally a mob of people laughing in the distance. about a mile away. But we soon realized it wasn't people. It was those fucked up hybrids. They were running toward us will reactions on and off as a walker then human. when it went to human they were beating themselves with whatever weapon they had, but when it was walker... they were running on all fours at a speed not possible to mankind. They were screaming. running up trees and they wouldn't stop coming. there were what seemed like millions, they wouldn't stop.

"DARYL WE NEED TO GO, NOW!"
I scream as we scramble to find all of our stuff and pack it into our patched up backpacks.What the hell are these things? How are there so many? And why is Carl just standing there?

"CARL!" Daryl yells as he waves his hand in front of Carl's frozen face.


"GOD DAMNIT CARL!! What is wrong with him Anna? You try to get him to pay attention! I'll grab all the stuff!"


I nodded in agreement as I jump in front of Carl and start lightly slapping his face to get him out of this impossible trance. The creatures where nearly 50 feet away now!


"Carl baby we need to go, c'mon CARL!" I can't get him to get his ass in gear!


"It's her." Carl says in a light whisper.


"What?" I say in a panicked voice.
As soon as I look at Daryl he runs and scoops Carl up over his shoulder. Carl starts to beat on Daryl's back like a gorilla!

"MOM NO MOM! MOM! PUT ME DOWN THAT'S MY MOM!" Carl screams as if his arms where being cut right off of his body. I turn around to see Laurie. It's Laurie! I can see her struggle as she turns from human to creature. When she is human she runs for Carl as her innards are falling out, and then she turns into that creature thing. They are right behind us and I am running as fast as I can, Daryl usually wouldn't be running any slower but with Carl scratching at his face and screaming he is slightly behind me. I suddenly trip and fall flat on my face with my backpack beside me. I got up and couldn't grab it in time so I left it! the zombie things gathered around my backpack and started eating it! piles of thousands of walkers piled on top of Each other and they start to fall of of each other. Their lifeless bodies. They just killed one another.