Angel With A Shotgun. [ Carl Grimes ]

~*Turn of Events (Pt. One)*~

Chapter Twelve : Turn of Events (Pt. One)

Laedi's Point of View

          The sun gleamed high in the sky that day. Clouds crowded the dreary blue sky as I stared through the fences of the aging prison. I had been waiting for Rick and the others to come with me on a supplies hunt. We had planned it before and we always used to do this but I couldn't help but feel about nauseous about today; nothing seemed right. I was more careful about myself and I tend to get frightened easily. Earlier, Daryl had just opened the gate, causing a wild creaking sound that made its way up and down my back faster than the speed of light. Once we were all settled - meaning me, Rick, Carl, Em, Michonne, Daryl and Carol, for a change - we got into our cars and went our way. 

As I stared out of the window, mindlessly daydreaming into my own space of solitude. The car slowly crawled around the woods which was - surprisingly - not filled with Walkers today. We used two of the cars, my car was back at the prison. The usual seats, of course. Daryl's group was right in front of us but they suddenly came to a halt and so did we. "What the-" Rick exclaimed to himself, pulling out the key and exiting the vehicle. All of us followed in his footsteps and so did Daryl's group. "Out of gas?" Daryl questioned as he walked towards Rick. "Yeah." Rick nodded his head, staying by Daryl so they can figure out a strategy. Carol and Michonne huddled up in one corner whilst Carl and Em sat down on the car hood. I strolled over to Carol and Michonne since I was more comfortable with them. "Hey," I awkwardly greeted, waving a sloppy hand at them. "Hi, sweetie." Carol said back. She was so polite that I wanted to walk away because I'm usually rude to other people - especially if they're a stranger. "Have a seat." Michonne offered in a low voice, looking at the leafy ground beneath them. 

     I sat beside Carol and sent them both a smile. Glancing behind me, it looked like Rick and Daryl settled on a decision. Rick announced it freely to the group, "We go to the store by foot. We'll probably make it there but we have to get back to the prison by sundown. We need daylight in order to survive the day. No one goes wandering off; we stay as a group." Everyone agreed to the decision as Rick and Daryl led the way. We divided ourselves into our groups, keeping each other close to share the safety in the air. 

Soon enough, we spotted a ginormous concrete fence with thick, metal gates covering the entrance. About four guards could be spotted with crossed arms on a little concrete platform. They carried an assorted set of guns in their hands, walking past each other with placid faces plastered on. It must be out of force of habit. Just looking at it, I knew there would be a safe community inside. I continued walking until Daryl pulled me to the ground, behind a car that probably belonged to the guards - or maybe their boss. "What are you doing?" he hissed at me. I know he was just concerned for me and all but this 'baby treatment' had to stop sometime. "I'm going in. They might be friendly." Yes, I am aware that I sound completely obnoxious and childish and immature and whatnot but it was worth a try. "This is Woodbury..." Daryl trailed off, recalling some certain events I was clearly not a part of. "No one's ever friendly here." He concludes. "Don't be dramatic." I roll my eyes at him, attempting to stand up but he just pulls me down again.

   "You aren't going in there." He spat at me. "I'm not. We are." I respond. Once he knew I was completely serious, he turned to Rick and they discussed another strategy for us to follow. Rick put on the silencer of his gun, aiming it at one of the guards and getting his head. Daryl shot two arrows at the other two while Rick took care of the last one. 

We hopped out of our disguise and climbed an attached ladder that led to the inside of the community. As always, Rick and Daryl went in first with me and the others trailing behind them. All of us managed to stroll around, avoiding other people in plain sight. We spotted some empty shops and silently stepped in with no one noticing us still.