Carol's Girl (The Walking Dead)

Chapter Two: Alive

FIVE YEARS LATER

            I had completely had enough. Linda was chasing me down the hall with a POCKET KNIFE. Terrified, I slid into the pantry. Linda groaned and called Ms.Kantor. Linda and the rest of that clique group always complain to Ms.Kantor! It is sort of like if they cannot "take care of me" then she is the back up. A bit ridiculous, but I got used to it over the years. It seems they cannot handle anything by themselves, only with the assistance of Ms.Kantor. Anyways, in the pantry,  Linda banged on the door. I opened the door a slight bit, holding a heavy can of tomato soup. Linda swiftly threw the knife at me like a dart, and I threw the can of tomato soup. The can hit the floor and splattered all over Linda's hot pink cocktail dress. She stepped forward to grab me, but instead slipped in splattered soup, now being covered in all of it! I could picture steam shooting out of her ears.

         "Linda...?" I knelt down just a bit, holding my hand out. "Are you okay?"

        "You...little brat!" Linda jumped to her feet, making me rise and stumble backwards. "No I'm not okay! You little brat! You ruined my new dress! I can't believe this! Mother is going to be so mad at you!!"

          "Linda, it an accident. I was terrified! I never meant to hit you!" I lied.

          Linda went into the pantry. She grabbed the pocket knife and jerked it out of the wall. Linda growled at me and lunged forward, not before slipping in the soup once again. I ran away from Linda, but ended up bumping into Nora and Mary. Mary gasped and stood still, her hands covering her mouth. Nora jogged to Linda and assisted her. Me, still running, was tying to find my way out of this situation.  Alas, it was too late. Ms.Kantor had already grabbed me by my apron. 

        "Go to bed, Missy. Now! You just costed me another $245 dollars!" exclaimed Ms.Kantor.

    "It was an accident!"  I urged.

       "Go!" Ms.Kantor yelled. She dragged me to my pallet. "Sleep, bitch!"

        Falling to the ground, the bump was hard enough to knock me cold. The last thing I heard were the chuckles of those teenagers..Those damn teenagers put me through Hell. I'm only thirteen and they treat me like trash to the point where I just can't take it anymore. I've been through Hell and currently living it. The least anybody could do would treat me respect. Alas, I would not be waiting around for this. I called the police on my father, I could call the police on Ms.Kantor. That is exactly what I plan to do the next morning. I dreamt about the police coming to rescue me. I dreamt about this man called Officer Grimes. He saved me. Ooh....His son was just oh so cute...It was just but a dream...Then I woke up. Ms.Kantor yanked at my hair to wake me up. Ms.Kantor scouled and looked down at me, which I was just awakening from the morning. She dragged me from the pallet and threw me to my feet. I stumbled forward.  In Ms.Kantors hands was a metal needle and a wired thread.

          I gasped and lunged forward to run, but Mary had already grabbed my ripped, black and white striped shirt. I screamed and kicked Mary away. Ms.Kantor grabbed a hold of me and pushed me away, causing me to fall onto a metal counter. I groaned as I roughly hit and skidded across the counter. Mary flipped me onto my back. It hurt like a body slam. Linda tied my feet down to the counter, attaching the other end of the rope to a nail. Mary grabbed my arms. I struggled and tried to reach my hands to her face. Unfortunately, it didn't work. Strangely stronger than me, she put my hands under the counter and tied them together. Meanwhile, Nora tied a rope that wrapped around the counter, ontop of my stomach, and then tied. Ms.Kantor had a pleased smile on her face.

    "Well done girls," she complimented. Ms.Kantor started to pace until she suddenly stopped, her back turned to us.  "Nora, check to see if those..things are still inside the closet. We must be feeding them. They are our ticket to get what we desire." She swiftly turned back.

      Things? Things...? I've been living here since I was eight. There wasn't any talk of...things. I don't think.

    "Yes mother," Nora agreed and walked off.

     Ms.Kantor looked down at me. She smiled the biggest and modest smile I have ever seen her smile. She looked...pleasured.  She held the needle high.

    "They'll be pleased to see you. Alas, you need to keep your mouth shut..Or you'll attract the unwanted things. I might as well tell you or else you'll die wondering. Our ones are the ones we feed so we can keep the unwanted people out of our lives. You're one of them. You see,  we couldn't tell you about what was going on out their or you could push us out of a window and feed us to the things, therefore escaping. Calling the cops wouldn't help you. All it would do would cause a telephone line to break and make more of the things. So, now, you're food. We can't have you on our backs." 

         "Ms.Kantor, they're must be another way-"

         "No!" She screamed. She cleared her throat. "No. No more talk, Peletier."

           Ms.Kantor leaned on my stomach slightly. She poked my lip with the needle and giggled. Ms.Kantor mumbled something under her breath and steadily was ready to begin.

       "Get ready to s-" she paused as we could hear Nora's bloody screaming from halfway across the house. Ms.Kantor turned away. "Nora!"

         "I'll check on her, Mother," Mary said as she sped to Nora.

         "Thank you, Mary dear," Ms.Kantor turned back to me. "What I meant was-"

        Mary's thick screams called for her mother and Linda. Ms.Kantor looked at Linda, whom was just about to jog to the scene. 

        "There we go..."Ms.Kantor sighed into a relieved smile. "Where were we child?"

         "MOTHER! MOTHER, THE SHOTGUN, HURRY!! MOTHER! PLEASE!" yelled Linda. "MARY AND NORA WERE-" The last thing I heard was her scream.

That was the last thing I ever heard from those three girls....

       Ms.Kantor hurried to Linda. She gasped and ran out of the hallway and tried to unlock the straps from me. She struggled and struggled. She didn't want to help me from whatever was going on. She wanted to...feed me. I knew it. She wanted to sacrifice me earlier than planned so she would live. A person with a pale, skinny face and grey eyes limped from the hallway. Ms.Kantor turned and lunged to a glass platter from her collection on the wall. She slipped, causing her to knock into the shelves and knock all the platters down. The plummeted down and crashed onto the floor. I never heard anything else come from Ms.Kantor. All I heard were the groans of the pale person. I could still see person, but Ms.Kantor was probably unconscious. 

           More people walked from the hallway. One knelt down to Ms.Kantor.  I heard disgsting sounds, but I ignored them. One of the people had stringy blonde hair, but was a guy. Blood tripped from his mouth. I tried to squirm out of the straps. but nothing would do. Nothing. I closed my eyes. Suddenly, I heard the slashes of knives. Two people stood above me just then. But they didn't look like the others. They looked...alive.