A/N
oops
//enid//
Glenn was taking us to some sort of old department store he found.I'm surprised it hasn't been discovered yet. He said that he had checked it for roamers and it was secure, but we brought guns just in case.
We left a few minutes after my talk with Carl. It only took about ten minutes to get to the store, and one stop along the way to clear some of the dead. While we were paused, I carved three letters into a fallen tree . As I wrote them, it felt like I was greeting an old friend. It had been a long time since I had been out and surviving. I drew back, satisfied with my work. J.S.S. A reminder for anyone who might need it.
Rick tells everyone to get moving and we finish up the last stretch of the trip. We pull up to a dark and overgrown store. The roof was sagging in at some parts, there were holes in the wall, and the door locks were completely busted.
I feel like I should be nervous, but I'm not. I trust these people, and well, if I die, no one will really miss me. Except Carl.
I push the thought of him out of my head. I find myself writing 'J.S.S." in the condensation on the window. I stare at it. Just survive somehow.
"Damn it Glenn, I thought you said it was safe!" I hear Tara's voice,growling and gurgling, and the clean swoosh of Michonne's katana slicing through something and the thump of what I can only assume to be a roamers head. I turn around.
"It was! These weren't here before! They must be a fresh herd! This place must be breached!"
My mouth falls open slightly at the sight of a huge heard approaching us.
I draw my gun when I feel a hand on mine.
"Only shoot if you have to." It was Rick. He hands me a hammer. "Stay close."
Well shit.
"I know we promised to show you the ropes, but I guess this is part of it all too. You ready?"
I nod. I've had experience. I've been on my own before. I've killed my fair share.
J.S.S.
Rick nods, draws his knife, and is gone in seconds. I draw in my breath and step forward, hammer raised high above my head.
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//carl//
We're running. The world is bright, the plants are blooming, the trees are full and green. My dad and Michonne are smiling at us, holding Judith, at the end of the path. Glenn and Maggie are holding hands and waving. Carol, Daryl, Sasha, Tara, Abraham, Eugene, Rosita, everyone. They are all there. Clean and happy. Then I see Beth. And Hershel. Andrea. T-Dog. Dale. Shane. Tyresse. Patrick. Amy. Jacqui. Sophia... Mom. Our pace quickens as I start to laugh. I look over at her. God she's beautiful. I grab her hand. I open my mouth to tell her we're safe.
I try to say her name. It won't come out. Suddenly we stop running. I look over. Everyone is gone. I look back at her. She's covered in blood, her eyes glossed over. I open my mouth to scream when I'm grabbed from behind by walkers. They don't tear me to bits. Instead, they force me to watch her transform. I feel myself begin to cry. No. Please, no. Stop. Enid. Enid! ENID!
I jerk awake in a cold sweat. I look down at Judith, who is now awake.
Before I know what I'm doing, I have my hat on, Enid's drawing is in my pocket, a gun is in my waistband, and I'm packed to go. I grab Judith and walk out of the door and head for Carol.
I frantically knock on her door, praying that she'll be there. I hear the door knob turn, and the door opens to reveal a cheery eyed Carol.
"Carl! What's up?"
