Living In The Real World (A Carl Grimes gay story)

Shadows

Gareth's POV

The plan is simple, we knew they'd come for us, so we wait for them to leave and ambush the ones left, the weak ones. Then we use the baby as a hostage and kill the others

We approached the front, Martin ran up the steps and broke open the door, we entered, into the shadows

"Well, I guess you know we're here
And we know,
You're here.
And we're armed.
So, there's really no point in hiding any more.

I gave the signal for the others to begin progressing down the hall

"We've been watching you.
We know who's here.
There's Bob,
Unless you've put him out of his misery already.
And Eugene.
Rosita.
Martin's good friend Tyrese.
Judith.
Rick and the rest walked out,
With a lot of your guns.
Listen, we don't know where you all are, but this isn't a big place.
So let's just stop this now, before things get more painful than they need to be.

We were now at the alter, I gave the signal for the others to check the doors. Both are locked.

"Look, you're behind one of these two doors and we have more than enough firepower to take down both. Can't imagine that's what you all want.
What about the boy.
You loyal to this group?
Join us and you live.
No?
How about the Priest?
Father, you help us wrap this up, we'll let you walk away from this.
Just open the door and you can go. You can take the baby with you.
What do you say?"

We were about to shoot down both doors, then the baby let out a cry

"I don't know, maybe we'll keep the kid. I'm starting to like this girl."

We moved into position outside the door to the left, ready to breach

"That's your last chance, right now, to tell us you're coming out"

They're not gonna fold, we're gonna have to kill them all

"Are we done?" Martin whispered, eager to begin

"We'll hit the hinges"

Both of them, standing by the door, fell to the ground, blood sprayed on the wall

"Put you're guns on the floor"

Rick!

"Rick, we'll fire right into that office, so you lower your gun-"

Martin's POV

"Ahhh!! Ah, Ahhh!!"

Gareth crouched to the floor, grasping his hand.
Rick emerged for the shadows, silenced pistol drawn

"Put your guns on the floor and kneel"

I'm not bending over, we can still kill them

"Do what he says"

Gareth wavered, already kneeling on the floor. The others followed after.

"Martin, there's no choice here."

Weak, I can still kill some of them, we're not surrounded

"Yeah, there is."

"Want to bet?"

The ginger guy revealed himself, rifle raised and ready to fire

If Gareth didn't bow down like a bitch

I leaned my rifle down and reluctantly got on my knees

They're only going to kill us anyways

They surrounded us, Rick stepped in front of Gareth, still clutching his hand

"No point in begging, right?"

"No"

"Still, you could hav-"

"Where is Tom?"

"Who?"

"Tom,
You have him.
Where is he?"

"The boy? He's in there"

Gareth nodded towards the office, where Tyrese was now standing in the doorway. Rick looked back, shaking his head

"No, no.
You're lying-"

"Rick why would I? I have nothing left to lose-"

"You still have something"

"You don't have to do this. We can walk away.
And we will never cross paths again.
I promise you."

"But you'll cross someone's path.
You'd do this to anyone,
Right?
Besides,
I already made you a promise."

"NO!"

Rick sunk his machete, the machete with the red handle, into Gareth

This is it

Tom's POV

Atlanta, for me this was where it all began and I sure as hell ain't going to let it end here, for me or Carl

We've been following this guy for quite some time now, we're in Atlanta.

I don't care about this Beth that Daryl keeps going on about, I'm here for one reason only

The car infront finally came to a stop

Carl