“No more kid stuff.” I repeat my father’s words in my head over and over again. “No more kid stuff.” The world is overrun with zombies. “No more kid stuff.” I’ve been shot. “No more kid stuff.” I have watched friends and family torn to pieces and eaten. “No more kid stuff.” I’ve had to shoot my mother. No more kid stuff. It’s been a rough childhood but I can’t be a kid. Not anymore. If you met me you’d think I was 40 when in reality I’m only 14. It doesn’t feel that way though. I’ll never have a normal childhood or life. I’ll never play on a sports team or graduate high school. I’ll never hang out with friends, go to the movies, I’ll never get married or have children. That’s all a dead concept now, literally. All I know now is, “You kill or you die. Or you die and you kill.” It’s as simple as that. My actions before have caused people death and other problems. I blame myself for Dale’s death. I didn’t shoot that walker and it came back and killed Dale. I got scared and ran. I can’t do that anymore.
Now my father and I are alone, on the run again. We are running away from the place we lived in for over a year. A place we called home. The place my last living memory of my mother is. The place we left behind my missing sister’s bloody baby carriage. The place we were just attacked. I can’t look back now. I have to keep moving forward.
It has been hours since we left our wrecked prison thanks to that horrid “Governor.” Rot in hell. Thankfully he is dead but, we will be to if we don’t find shelter, food, water and other supplies. What we could really use now is a car. Night time is approaching as my father and I walk the deserted railroad tracks. Walkers shuffle off to the sides of the forest but we can’t blast them with our guns, it will only draw more. That’s the last thing we need. We just have to keep moving quickly and quietly.
I walk a couple meters in front of my Dad. He’s tired and bloody. He took quite a bad beating earlier. He would have died if Michonne didn’t come along. I wonder where she is now. I scope out the area as I walk. My dad calls out to me to slow down, but I keep walking. All my emotions are rushing to my head, and I find myself growing angry. My dad yells “Carl stop!” I turn around with a fierce glare in my eyes. “What?” I say in the most annoyed, and angry tone I’ve ever gave anyone. “Slow down, you’re going to get yourself killed.” he says. I turn around hastily and yell “Like you got Mom and Judith killed?” then I start walking again.
I grow more and more tired by the minute. I am starting to feel dizzy and sick. It seems like the world is spinning quickly and my sight is going fuzzy. I’m definitely dehydrated. We need water badly. And this humid weather really isn’t helping our case. The sounds around me start to fade with every step with I take. I slightly hear muffled yelling but I can barely make out the words. To me it sounds like, “Carl, watch out!” But I ignore it. Before I take another step I feel a hard object hit me in the back of the head and I realize I should have looked back. The last thing I see are faces emerging from the woods and the world goes black.
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No More Kid Stuff.
FanfictionThe world has gone to shit and now the groups prison is gone and split their different ways but worse than all that Carl and Rick have been taken captured by a shocking assailant. Can carl find his dad and make it out alive or will he fail and all s...
