Supernova ☆ Carl Grimes

T W O

❝Feeling so faithless, lost under

the surface

I don't know what you're

expecting of me

Put under the pressure❞

The keys are glinting in the dying sunlight, and I see the blood on the door, the keys, my hands and I smell it on my face. I wonder whose blood it is; Nora's, or maybe the woman's.

Are they still out there?

I pick the keys up gingerly, and try and fit them back into the door. They slip in my hands, but somehow I manage to hold onto them and get them into the door. Holding my breath and doing my best to not make any noise, I twist them round so the door unlocks.

The stench hits me first, and I do all I can to not vomit everywhere. Warm, humid air hits me like a truck, and I slam the door shut. I have to get out of here. Locking the door again, I scrummage for anything that will help me survive and stuff it into a tattered old backpack that belonged to Jackie Alexandra, and I wonder if she's alive.  I pack rope, old canned food and bottles of water into it, and wonder how much of it will last me until I can find some other people. The only way out of here is the small window, and that is up higher than I can reach. I pile up books on a little foldable stool we used to use to get up to that height, and feel around for a handle or crack that will help me out. As I expected, though, no such luck.

Wobbling slightly, I grab the biggest tin I can and slam it into the window as hard as possible. I cringe at the sound, and freeze the moment the moans become louder. I hold my breath, tears running down my cheeks. They're scratching at the door, or walls, and could get in at any moment. The edges of the tin are bent, but there's a small crack in the centre of the glass. One more, two tops, and it would shatter. All over me. Taking my jumper off, I place it in front of the glass and throw the tin into the glass one more time, with all the strength I have left in me.

After throwing the bag out, I prop myself up on the ledge and stick one of my feet out. Hesitantly, I push myself through, loosing my balance and falling completely out of the window and into a bush. An arm grabs at me and I scream, then stifle it with my hands. I'm going to die and I didn't even make it out of the school premises. Nora's death will be for nothing.

I push myself back with my feet, scrambling til I hit the wall behind me. I push myself up against the wall, when I see a knife hanging out of the side of it's head. The person before me must have had some idea what they were doing so I reach out and push it in with all my might, throwing myself into the knife to add extra force. Blood squirts everywhere and all over me and as the body goes limp, I sigh with relief. Putting my foot on its head, I pull the knife out and shove it in the waistband of my trousers. I grab the bag and run, while fastening it on my back, and head into the forest, hoping it will give me some shelter. Or at least somewhere to hide.

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I haven't seen anymore of the things, but at every noise I hear, my hand goes to my knife. I owe it to Nora not to die just yet. I'm still confused why mum and dad didn't come to save us, and I'm hurt. They left us for dead. We may have been just a burden, but you can't just leave your children for dead like that. I hope they are still alive, but why should I care? They didn't care about me or Nora.
It's . . . Just not like them. Maybe they were already dead. Maybe that's why they didn't come to get us.

      As the sun sets, the true reality of what has happened to our world kicks in. If I'm not careful, those things will kill me. I'll never see my family again. The world is dead, much like the people in it. My best option now is to use the rope I salvaged from school and climb a tree, using the rope to keep me there. It's not going to be comfortable, and it's not ideal, but it's all I've got.

I find a tree with the lowest branches, but I still have to stand on my tiptoes to reach upto it. I pull myself up so that my head is over the branch, but my arms give way and I fall back to the ground. I feel blood trickling down the side of my face, and wipe it away, as if it was sweat. I try again, but this time I lift my leg up before my head, and then the other. I'm now sitting on the branch, sweating and bleeding. There are scratches on my legs and arms, and I curse myself for forgetting to pick up jumper.
I grab the next branch and hoist myself up. At least I'm getting somewhere. Another branch, and I'll be high enough to be out of reach of the monsters.

After hoisting myself up, I sit against the trunk and pull the rope behind me. Luckily the trunk isn't too thick, so I can pull my arms around them and make them touch - just.
I'm out of reach of the monsters, but what if they can climb? I doubt it, but I never thought that zombie things would come back and want to eat me, but it seems that is what the world is now.

I sleep with one eye open, scared for my life.

A/N
Well hello, readers, and let me thank you for reading this thing that causes me pain but gives me happieness because Coral comes in soon and he's so smol I can't.
Big thanks to lorienrose even though I hate you, hun, because she loves me and put this book in her a/n in YAMS which is life.
Anyways, thanks, and stick around for Carl being cute af and characters being so sweet.

PS. I haven't checked any of this, so if there's any mistakes, please comment 😂