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

Walkers Can't Climb

3 years.

I peeled my eyes open. my back ached from the uncomfortable couch. I rolled onto my side to find an angry Carl yelling at a passed out Rick. Nice son.

"WAKE UP!"

"Shhh! You might attract attention!"

"WAKE UP, DAMN IT!" He ignored me.

"Be quiet!"

"HELLO?! WAKE UP!"

"SHUT THE HELL UP!"

"NO!"

I sighed.

"Please?"

Tears started running down his cheeks. He put his face in his hands and sobbed quietly.

"Carl, he's just passed out, unconscious."

"What if he dies?"

"He's just unconscious. He's asleep, but he can't hear you."

"I know what being unconscious means!"

"I'm just trying to calm you down."

"You're not doing a good job."

"I figured."

"What if- what if walkers come? What will we do about my dad?"

"Well, then we'd be screwed. And since you were being so loud, it's a possibility that that'll happen."

"You clearly have given up on calming me down."

"Lets put him on the couch."

He nodded in agreement.

I grabbed Ricks arms and Carl grabbed his legs and we heaved his heavy, sleeping body onto the couch.

"Now what?" He groaned.

"We can wait, or we can do something like... I dunno, we can look for supplies."

"Yeah, sure. Lets look for supplies."

We walked through the little neighborhood. Each step echoed throughout the small street. We walked into each house, gathering medical supplies, canned food, knives, ammo, and etc. We ran into only a few walkers. We took care of them easily. We didn't speak a word to each other the whole time.

Carl was scrambling around a house, looting, as I sat in the backyard. A slight breeze made the overgrown grass brush against me. I lied down and stared at the clouds. A few minutes later, Carl lied down beside me. We looked at the sky, a comfortable silence between us.

"This is the last house." He sighed.

"I guess we should head back." I replied.

"Maybe later. The weathers nice."

"It is."

It's the apocalypse, everything's screwed over, and were enjoying the weather. I sat up, a few strings of grass stuck to my hair.

I saw a small movement in the forest behind the fence. A tall and slim figure started limping towards us. I didn't bother shoot the walker yet. It's slow anyways. It noticed us and started limping faster. It pushed against the fence separating the yard from the woods. I stood up and walked over to it. It was young. A huge bite on its neck. She looked fresh, didn't die too long ago. I was still able to recognize her.

"Lilly." I gasped.

She moaned and growled.

"I knew it, I knew it!" I started shouting. "I KNEW YOU WOULDN'T BE ABLE TO MAKE IT WITHOUT ME! YOU HAD A CHOICE! YOU COULD'VE STAYED WITH ME! You could've stayed. You could've still been alive. You said you hate me, called me an idiot. WHO'S THE IDIOT KNOW?! Know you're just a mindless freak, all you want is to eat, to kill. Well, even though I don't think you deserve to rest in peace. I will end your life after death short."

I grabbed my longest knife and stabbed her, right in between her eyes. I crawled over the fence and continued her death sentence. I stabbed her, again and again. Her soft and pretty face tuned into a disfigured, bloody mess. She was no longer recognizable. She was beyond dead, she will never rise again. But I kept on going, stabbing her stomach, guts spilling everywhere. I screamed and sobbed and I hated it, but I couldn't stop. All my rage and hatred showed in my actions, but my broken heart and depression showed in my hot tears and sobs.

I heard the fence shake. Carl jumped onto the ground and pulled me off of Lilly. He snatched my knife and threw it into the forest. I grabbed him and pulled him into a hug, sobbing into the crook of his neck.

"Why?" I sobbed. "She was my best friend, then she left me, and now this."

He cradled me in his arms, staring past me at the limp and disfigured body that was once my best friend. I hugged him even tighter and cried even harder. His clothes were stained in her blood but he didn't seem to mind. He just held me in his arms, shocked at what I just did.

"We should leave."

"Yeah," I sniffed, "we really should."