BOOK TWO* Exile ➳ Carl Grimes [ The Walking Dead ] *editing*

Chapter Thirteen

I wake up on the ground, must have passed out. David and James start to unlock the cell with a rusted key as I get up shaking from the cold. 

They drag me from the small cell like room as I fight pushing them away.

“Get the fuck off me!” I yell as they drag me toward the wooden table. I turn hitting James in the jaw with my elbow and kicking David in the groin. 

“Get her!” David says getting up as James grabs my arm. I turn pushing him back over the chopping table into the human scraps. I run into the storage room as David gets up chasing me. 

I take my knife from the chopping block that was placed in the store room as I smash the window at the top of the shelf with the wood block.  I hear David banging on the steel door that I pushed a shelf in front of as I slowly climb to the window. 

The door opens as I slide over the broken glass. I don’t get cut but the landing is hard on my legs.

“Fuck!” I yell as I land bending my leg a little. I hear David yelling as I back up. The front door to the building swings open as I run to an abandon car. I yank the door open as my force pulls it off. 

“Ah crap.” I say climbing in and flipping into the back. I hold my breath as I see David and James both armed with weapons pass the window. 

“Get the women and children out of here.” David says stopping next to David. All I could see was the back of David’s head as I slowly move to the other car door.  James runs off as I crack the door open, I slide out and take out running.

“Hey! Don’t make this hard!” David says chasing me. 

“Fuck you bitch!” I run to the barbwire gate as I duck under its wire, I continue to run further into the forest. I trip over my feet as I hear the barking of dogs and then David’s voice.  They had dogs here too?

I trip over a fallen tree branch as I roll down a hill, leaves crushing under me, twigs hitting my skin, I finally stop rolling. I get up my cheek cut from a sharp twig.  I look up the hill hearing the dogs barking get rapid and closer. 

Crunching leaves followed the barks. I back up from the hill running.  I get to a long flowing stream as I slow down to take a breath.  I hear leaves crunching under me but I wasn’t moving. A hand grabs my arm as the outline of a head lifts from the leaves. 

I scream trying to yank my leg from its grip falling over.  

“Get off!” I swing my other foot kicking its head off. Its hand falls off my leg as I feel my body pushed on the ground. I turn in mid fall seeing the snapping jaws of a black dog with a SWAT vest on its body. I wrestle with it hearing other dogs coming.  

I push my forearm to its hair covered neck pushing it off slowly. I slide my hand grabbing the knife as I stab it multiply times in the neck. It falls over whimpering before its death.  I rub my face free from the blood of the dog. I turn seeing David with his shot gun in his hand pointing at me.

“Don’t move.” He says as I stare down the barrel of the gun shaking,