Another Chance ~Carl Grimes Love Story~

Chapter 1 - People

Emma's Perspective (Outfits Always in External Link)

There's two people, it looks like. One an older man, the other a younger boy. I keep walking, making myself very apparent to them as I make my way over, holding my gun in front of me. The two of them stand and look at me, and I'm not sure what they're thinking until the older man puts a hand out to stop me from walking.

I'm about twenty feet away from them, gun still in the air. "You bit?" he asks.

"Does it look like I am?" I say back, my surprise from seeing people obvious in my tone.

He stands there for a minute, looking me over. "How old are you?" the younger boy asks, taking the Sheriff's hat he's wearing off his head. "Carl.." I hear the older man mumble.

"Fourteen," I say, keeping my enthusiasm under control this time. "Don't move," the older one says, and walks around to the other side of the car. Talking to somebody in it, I guess.

I stand there awkwardly, the Sheriff hat boy staring at me. I didn't even notice I had put my gun down, my arms now crossed in front of me. The older man walks toward me, and I grip my gun. He chuckles.

'I'm Rick," he says, "and that over there is my son Carl." He points behind him. He holds out a hand.

"Emma," I say, reluctantly shaking his hand. 

"You all by yourself?" he asks, obviously noticing that I'm all alone in the middle of nowhere.

"Yeah, I am," I say, trying to keep myself from being a smart-ass and saying, 'No, my parents actually just turned invisible yesterday. Weird, right?'

"You guys got a group?" I ask. He looks at me. "How many walkers have you killed?" ignoring my question.

"Too many to count."

"How many people have you killed?"

"Four," I say, not even thinking about it. He looks at me, surprise written all over his face. I guess four is a lot for a girl my age, but I don't think so. Not in this world.

"How long have you been by yourself?"

"About a month and half."

He takes a long look at me, and signals for his son to get in the car. "If you want to come along with us, you're welcome to." I'm surprised. He didn't really seem like the kind that would let in a total stranger.

"We have a big group back at home, so if you're allowed to stay is up to them. But you seem like you can carry your own weight just fine, so I wouldn't worry about it," he says, walking us back to the car. I wonder what he meant by that. He motions for me to climb in, him getting in the other side.

There was a woman in the driver's seat that I hadn't seen before. "Emma, this is Michonne and Carl. You guys, this is Emma. We're gonna take her back to the group. See if everyone wouldn't mind her being here. She's been by herself for more than a month, so I don't think she would be a burden on us."

There's a man outside the car, yards away, screaming something to us. We pull out, ignorning the screaming man and driving away.