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

Nineteen

I make it to the prison my eyes crossing over as black spots cover my vision.

There were towers smoking with fire. Freshly abandon cars in the prison yard.

Even a smoked out tank. I hold myself up as I walk threw the field.

My foot comes across something as I look down. A body. The head was missing.

I twist around seeing the head. Hershel. I sink next to the headless body looking at the far off head.

It was my uncle.. was he dead? Was everyone else dead? I stand up heart racing looking at the bodies of decaying walkers, and the dead human bodies.

None which I knew. I walk into the courtyard of the prison were the tank was placed.

I rest against it taking in the scene teary eyed. I didn't know if anyone was alive.

If they were together, or apart. I keep walking passing the bloody stroller. It hurts my chest seeing it as I sit against the wall looking at it.

A walker slowly stumbled my way as I look pass the stroller at it.

Its mouth open, jaws trying to close. Decaying flesh smelling badly.

I get up feeling the building anger explode as I throw my hatchet at the walker.

It hits its mark, the skull as I drops to the ground. I walk over grasping the handle pushing it forward splitting the head open.

After I feel the concrete I snatch it out looking around.

Carl... all I could think about as I walked through the once filled cell block.

I told him there would be another time, another time to tell me the third thing.

Was I wrong? I find one of his old jackets in his cell as I embrace the smell of him as I hug it.

Carl Grimes had captured my heart. I could never Exile him, ever...

{Ending}