A Broken Crossbow and Mic

Ch.4

"Okay, it's settled then we takekj head Westward and seek refuge." Louis agreed as him, I and everyone but James and Makena spoke in a private meeting.

"Kay," Daryl nods picking up his crossbow. "Sounds like a great plan."

I smiled at his comment feeling somewhat proud of Niall and I's decision to ask about this place.

As the began to set everyone settled down and prepared for the journey.

I sat down on the sofa running my fingers through the hair and sighing deeply. Niall approached me a confused expression on his face.

"What's wrong, babe?" he asked rubbing my back.

"Nothing just a bit tired." I fake yawned, my hand covering over my mouth in the process. "See." I did it again and made sure Niall watched. But truth be told I was slightly upset that everyone even my own brother forgot my birthday, it should be coming up some time now or it's passed? Beats me, with time fucked up and no clocks in motion pass noon it's difficult to keep track of time and the dates. 

"Yeah if ya' say so." he shrugged starting to walk away.

I frown looking out the window then at Niall's figure walking to the back of the bus. "Wait!" I called holding my hands up.

"There somethin' ya' need?" Niall asked his eyebrows rising as he questioned me.

"Okay I wasn't being fully honest with you that's not the real reason." I said my head dropping with each word.

Niall chuckled walking back over to me, sitting on one of his legs the other draped over the couch side. He lifted my chin pressing a light kiss to my lips. "Did you think we forgot?" he whispered.

I nod. "We didn't, babe, how could we? We love you." Niall chuckled pulling a small gray colour box from behind his back. "Here, open it." he smiled.

I looked at Niall for permission to open it, he nods in responses. I carefully lift the lid gasping at the lovely charm bracelet inside. I pick it up my fingers tracing over the charms.

"I personally thought this one was funny, Daryl picked it out." Niall laughed his forefinger holding up a 'I♥Zombies' charm, which ties into our life. But it's funny how people used to love these creatures until they took over, eating everything with a heartbeat.

"Yeah, cool." I smile admiring the detail and thought put into the charms they'd picked.

*Carl Grimes' Pov* (Wait... now fangirl!)

*After the Prison*

"Don't look back," Dad says, his arm over my shoulder supporting him from falling. I cock my head to the side staring at what was home and all it had done for us. 

His face is beat up from the governor. Bruises cover his face and arms, his left eye swollen and black, blood dripping from the corners of his mouth. The governor took a big toll on him.

Dad coughed his fist brought up to his mouth. "Stop." he whispered.

I helped him sit down on the ground slumped over by a tree. I watched him for a moment before I began to walk around and check our surroundings.

Everything seemed normal and quiet no walkers, thankfully. Enough trees to aid us in camouflage.

"Dad I think we can camp here tonight." I say.

* *

*Back to the same time as Darlene and the others.*

"Carl!" Dad coughed spitting blood onto the ground, he brought his bandana to his lips wiping them."Yeah?"

"Look!" he pointed to a trial of fresh blood.

We followed it to a door of what appeared to belong to a gas station. The trial stopped directly at the door. Hmm...? Weird but not weird.

I pushed the door open, slowly. I choked on the air, the strong smell of blood and urine filling the air around our noses. A few bodies lay on the ground here and there, some walkers others people that were eaten down to the very core.

A faint growl came from the corner. I followed the noise. A walker sat feeding on a man, a very familiar man. He was from the. . .prison?

He was barely alive hardly even breathing. The walker groaned looking up with me before charging.

I rised my surpresser that silences that bullet. I pulled the trigger the body of the crospe falling before my face. I jumped over the body running to the man's side. Dad followed in suit.

"Sir, sir stay with me!" I panicked as he slowly closed his eyes breathing heavily. "Sir!" he's eyes open. Thankfully he hadn't turned yet. "Sir,"

He cut me off. "I know you." his voice was hoarse. "Carl," he breathed. "Son, Glenn- *cough* Maggie," he paused taking in a deep breath. "Daryl saw him."

"Where, sir, where?" I yelled. A spark lighting of hope that I could find Darlene.

"I-I saw them..." he stopped all together, breathing, talking, everything.

His hand fell from my shoulder. "What sir! Where?! Where?" I violently shook his shoulder praying he have the slightest bit of life left to tell me.

"Carl," Dad inturpted. "He's gone."

I nod knowing what I have to do. I put my surpresser to his forehead whispering, "Sorry, sir." my fingers releasing on the trigger.

"I want to bury him." I spoke with a pang of sorrow.

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~Kitty