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

Walkers Can't Climb

3 years.

Carl slowly walked towards the door, the hardwood floors creaking underneath him. What was outside clearly left him in shock. He dropped his weapons. Absolutely frozen. A slender women stepped in and gave him a hug. She had tan skin and dark hair in dreadlocks. Her clothes were soaked in seemingly fresh blood.

"Michonne!" He cried out, hugging her back.

"Carl."

I just stood there, awkwardly, in the middle of a rather emotional seen. Who is this women? Was she part of Rick and Carl's old group? Is she seriously holding a katana in that case of hers? Questions swarmed through my head. Michonne looked at me.

"Who's she?"

"She's Sadie, she's part of our group now."

Michonne walked over to me and stretched out her hand. I shook it awkwardly.

"Um... Hi." I murmured.

"I was part of there group, but it got split up. Didn't they tell you?"

"They did. They weren't specific on names, though."

"Well, I'm Michonne. The badass one, with a samurai sword."

"Carl told me about you."

I sat on the floor, sketching, while everyone else reminisced. They talked about what happened after the group split up, what happened before, what's going to happen next. I ignored everything and doodled a cartoon Michonne, using her katana, slaughtering walkers. A shadow cast over my notepad and I looked up.

"What you doing?" Carl asked, clearly bored of the adults conversation.

"Drawing."

"What're you drawing?"

Instead of replying, I passed him my notebook.

"That's awesome."

Carl passed the notebook to Michonne.

"Pretty accurate... My beauty, skills, awesomeness... Lovely art, Sadie."

"Ugh.. Thanks." I murmur.

"No problem." She smiles. "So, do you guys know anything about the rest of the group?"

"No." Rick replies, his voice still sounding hoarse.

"Ah, shit."

"I've been looking, but I only found Sadie." Says Carl.

"You must've been disappointed, considering how rude you were." I say, sounding mildly annoyed.

He shoots me a glare.

"I was glad about finding someone alive but at the time I was a bit upset that I found a sarcastic, annoying, teenage girl!" Our little outbursts led into a full on battle of insults. Michonne watched us, smiling at how ridiculous and immature we're being. Rick, on the other hand, wasn't very amused at our behavior. We continued our little fight for about 5 minutes, Rick was clearly annoyed but Michonne was amused.

"Enough." Rick grumbled.

We both shut our mouths and looked at Rick. We both mumbled sorry and glared at each other while Michonne and Rick continued talking and planning.

The final plan was to keep moving. Staying in the same place isn't getting us anywhere. We decided to start moving the next morning.