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

Chapter Seventeen

I wake up gasping for air feeling the pain in my wrist. I had almost forgot I was bit.

Pushing up from the ground my arm gives out as I regain my balance standing.

'The third thing' the thought of what Carl wanted to tell me beams through my head as I walk down the road a little dizzy.

'You will be fine Kayla..' I think to myself as I make my feet move. My ankle burns with each step.

I ache and ache but I keep going regardless. I told Carl there would be another time and Im not going to mess this up.

My throat became dry after a while as I rest. The water can I had taken from David was empty.

"Fuck." I say holding it upside down. Only a speck of dust fell as my disappointment grew from there.

I lay my head against the tree as the sun began to fall from the sky. The screams of the ones I cared about the most ring around me.

I flinch each time hearing a different scream.

Mika, Lizzie , Rick , Michonne and even a Carl. There was nothing I could do, my bones ached, I was on the verge of turning into an infected piece of shit.

My eyes drift accepting the fact that it was over. Once my eye lids touch, there is the possible chance I don't wake back up myself.