ONE EYED BOY [C. Grimes][Rarl]

defense

The stares burned into the back of Carl's skull as he bounced his knee, hands settled in his lap.

What was the point of this? Setting him up to be gawked at in front of all of Hilltop while other's gathered around the sick bed of the disgusting excuses for human beings.

Enid was settled in a far off bed, having sustained injury, yet not as horrific as the who boys that lay in cots, unconscious and wrapped in blood soaked bandages.

A smile played the oldest Grimes child's lips and he hummed a small toon, cocking his leg upward to rest upon his other leg, holding the calf muscle with intended strength.

"Why?!" A female voice yelled, and he saw an absolutely disgusting woman round on him, spittle flying.

"This is YOUR fault."

"They sort of got in the way of my shovel," Carl cooed, only to be slapped by the pig of a lady. It stung his cheek, which prickled with numb pain from the gaping hole in the side of his head that was uncovered. An expression of horror crossed her face as her palm made contact with the rough surface of the scar tissue. Carl just shook himself, replacing the look of anger with a cold smile.

"YOU ALMOST KILLED HIM."

"Ma'am," Carl began with a single eyed roll. "I'm well aware of this."

The curses and insults thrown upon his shoulders by the woman were countless.

Psycho, Mad, Crazy, Blood thirsty.

Carl tipped his hat downward at the words, not having the will power to gaze upon her hoggish face any longer.