Walkers Can't Climb (The Walking Dead/Carl)

Walker Can't Climb

3 years.

Me and Lilly stood outside the front door to my house. My keys jingle as I pull them out of my pocket. Lilly glances at me from the side, she's clearly worried about me, but she doesn't have to be. I can handle myself.

I take a peek inside of my home, it looks safe. I wonder where my dog is for a moment, probably sleeping. Like always.

I step in and hurry quickly to the kitchen. Grabbing supplies like bandages, medicine, food, knives, and water.

I'm about to grab my old notepad when I hear a scream coming from my living room. I grab a knife and hurry towards the sound.

I see Lilly in the corner with my dad and dog in front of her, but neither of them were alive. My dad was enjoying a great meal of dog.

I quickly stab him in the head without thinking, I feel dizzy and hot. My surroundings are just too much to handle all at once

I hear another scream, my mother. Lilly is one of them, she's a walker, devouring my mother's leg.

I back away. I hear a scream and realize that it's just me, screaming at the top of my lungs. I trip and fall on my back. Another walker falls on top of me and takes a big juicy bite out of my arm.

I wake up teary and gasping for air. I almost fell off of the branch I was sleeping on. I should just avoid sleep. It's not doing me any good.

I look for things to distract me. I decide to count my supplies.Twelve snack packs, four apples, eighteen bandages, some random medicine, three water bottles, some extra clothes, a collection of kitchen knives, six pencils, and two notepads. I decide to draw.

I decided to draw a sunset, over a forest. I sketch the points of the trees and the shadows from the setting sun. I wish I had some colored pencils.

It's about 9am when I start getting bored of doodling in my sketch book. I suddenly here a noise from underneath me. It sounded like a shot gun getting reloaded.

I look down to see a boy aiming his gun up at me. He has overgrown brown hair, blue-green eyes, freckles, a round face, and a cowboy hat. The gun he's pointing at me scares me but I try to remain calm.

"Clever girl, up in the trees, I see you."

"And I see you."

"Get your ass down here." He says roughly.

"That's rude!" I say, mockingly.

"Just do it." He sounds annoyed.

I smirk to myself and start climbing down the tree. I wonder if he'll actually shoot.

"Are you really going to shoot?" I start.

"How many walkers have you killed?"

"What?"

"You heard me."

"Around fifty"

He gives me a look. He probably assumes that I wouldn't even hurt a fly, considering the fact that I haven't killed that many walkers. Just another silly girl who got lucky during the apocalypse.

"How many people have you killed."

There's a long silence before I reply.

"Two." I say quietly.

"Why?"

"You ask too many questions."

"Answer me."

I let out a sigh as bad memories flood in to my head. I think about what I'll say to him. I hope he understands that what I did was for my safety.

"A crazy human eating human thought I would make a nice meal."

"And?"

"Some creepy guy kidnapped me..."

"Fine than."

"Now what?"

"You tell me your name and we'll head toward my cabin."

"Well, I'm Sadie. And you are?"

"Carl, aka the guy who's gonna kidnapped you next."

"Very funny."

"C'mon, let's go."