It was you (The Walking dead story)

Chapter 11

I looked at Rick. A smile was slowly inching across his face. "Nicely done."

"Thanks" I replied.

See, I knew how to shoot its just that the last time I shot a gun was to kill the living dead thing that was my mother.

She had turned.

And I was the one who put her- or what was her; out of her misery.

"Do you know how to shoot anything else than a gun?"Rick asked.

I remembered before shit hit the fan; I practiced archery. I wasn't the best at it but I hit the target. Maybe not in the center- but I hit it.

"Well. I practiced archery for a few months."

Rick looked down at his feet and put his hands on his hips. "A bow. Haven't seen one of those in a long time. I'll go on a run with Daryl someday and look for one, but for now knife and gun will have to do"

He said it as if it wasn't enough.

"Okay; and it's fine if you don't find one" I shrugged. "I may not even be good. It was practice."

Rick slightly nodded and walked towards the prison. "Class dismissed,." he joked.

I saw Carl on the fence killing some walkers by himself; I grabbed a pipe that was by the tower and headed to the fences. Maybe he wanted help.

Carl looked over at me with a puzzled look. "Did my dad send you? I don't need help."

"No, nobody told me to help. But if I'm gonna stay here I might as well do some good." I smashed the pipe into a walkers head.

"I gue-" A walker grabbed Carls sleeve and pulled it. "Help me!" Carl screamed.

I grabbed my knife from the side of my pants and pulled the walker's hand close enough so that its nose would be touching the fence. I stabbed it right between the eyes and it dropped down to the floor, and so did Carl. He had a stunned look on his face as if his whole life flashed in a second.

I got down on my knees "Carl- are you ok?!"

He sighed "I'm fine."

He got up ,along with I.

"Maybe I should go; you don't need help at all." I told him, watching him so I could see his reaction. He chuckled and shook his head.

I saw the pipe on the ground and picked it up. I laughed too- I couldn't hold it in.

Soon we were looking at each other and laughing again as if we couldn't stop.