•Chapter 13•
~Carls POV~
After the 'war' all i could think about was Tailynn Abigal Dixon. Shes so beautiful and amazing. I hope shes okay. I don't know what I would do without her. Shes my everything. I love her so much. If something happened to her i don't know what would happen to me.Me and my dad have been traveling for maybe a week, I haven't been keeping track, but who has. Dad isn't doing to good. He constantly needs medicine and I'm not a doctor so I have no idea what kind. He has a black eye, a busted lip, and a broke nose. He was shot in the same place he was when he went into a coma for the first time. I'm scared for him. I'm scared for Daryl, Glenn, Maggie, Beth... Tailynn, everyone. I miss all of them so much.
Me and dad found a cabin that we will stay in. It's deep in the woods about 30 to 40 miles away from the prison. We've been traveling pretty fast. I found a car that I am currently teaching myself how to drive. It's a ford pickup. It was parked outside at a gas station. The owner must have been putting gas in it. I was so lucky it had a full tank. The gas plug and everything was still sitting in the truck.
I drove it down a road and found this house. We've been staying here for almost half the week. I'm the only one that has been going on runs. Dad caint so it's just me. There arn't many walkers around here, it's like they skip this place. It's really safe. Iv maybe only seen 2 or 3 around here.
Were starting to run out of food and medicine. I'm gonna have to go on a run tomorrow.
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I handed my dad some water, he took it and drunk it thankfully. He left me just a little so I drank my share. Dad had been sleeping on a couch, while I have an upstairs bedroom. It was maybe 7pm. I ate my food and gave dad some. We ate it quickly and soon went to bed. It was really quiet and no sounds could be heard.
I quietly climbed in and covered up with a thin blanket sitting on the bed. I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep quickly.
When I woke up I checked on dad. He looked a lot worse. I sighed giving him an orange. I prepared for what would be outside and left the house. I scurried through the woods. No telling where another house would be. I ran quickly through the woods, getting scratched up and down my legs.
I soon saw a wooden house up ahead. I knocked on the windows attracting any walkers inside. I heard feet shuffling and 2 walkers banged on the windows. I opened up the door and stabbed them with my knife. They fell to the floor lifeless as I checked the houses rooms.
I walked into what looked like a teenage boys room. Almost my age maybe. I looked around.
•Tailynns POV•
Nothing came during the night. Only a few walkers. I killed them easily though. "Ok guys, get up, we gotta get moving. " I chirped through my lazy voice shaking the trees they were on. They all groaned. "GET Y'ALL'S LAZY ASSES UP!" I shouted. Dad shot up, "Language" he demanded.
I giggled and gathered our things. Everyone dropped from the trees. They picked up extra stuff and we began walking.
"We're yall the ones shooting guns?" Michonne asked Beth and Dad. "Yes we were." Beth smiled. "What the hell dude you almost got us killed." I snapped. "What? How?!" She asked surprised. "Because the walkers started coming our direction." Michonne replied calmly. I rolled my eyes as dad just laughed. "Come one guys" he laughed. "Why were yall shooting guns anyways. I thought you used a crossbow daddy?" I asked him. "Well Beth here learned how to shoot. " he smiled. "Yeah, thanks alot for using a gun and almost getting us killed." i scoffed. I didn't really like Beth. After she took Becca's side after the whole fight she became pretty rude. I heard her sigh and I went ahead of the group.
We soon came across a wooden house in the woods. I scurried up to it with everyone behind me. Dad banged on the windows with the butt of his gun. We waited but nothing came. I turned the knob and walked inside. "What the fuck this house Is already clear?" I snapped. I looked around a little longer...
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Too Far Gone // Carl Grimes
Fanfiction[This Fanfiction is currently being constructed to fix Grammer and Plot mistakes.] Who would've thought I'd be the depressed teenager I am today? Killing zombies in what was supposed to be the 'best years of my life'; or HighSchool. Trying to fight...