Scars *Carl Grimes*

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A/N: As you will notice whilst reading the story, I'm not staying to the story completely. I kind of want to make it in a way my own and not copy every single word they say like some stories do. I'm not saying I have anything against that, I'm just saying I would prefer to change it a little. Basically just the words they say. And also the places they go and the stuff they do. Not big changes just small ones you'll probably pick up on. I'm going to say this now because I don't want people to hate on the story because of that. So yeah, here's the first chapter c:

I had been walking all day, the rain pounding down against me. I was only wearing a hoodie and leggings, not that suitable for the harsh winter weather America was experiencing. Even worse I was constantly on edge now, making me shake even more. I tried not to think about the devils that's wanted to chew on my meat, and make a meal out of it, because that only made my body temperature drop more. I had no clue what name these people had, and I had no clue what caused them to act this way, but I was more interested in finding a place to take shelter considering I was alone in the middle of a zombie infested woods.

All I had to defend myself was a sword I had stolen from a house and a gun I had no clue how to use. It had some ammo in it, but considering I was only 13, I had never used something like that.

I didn't know what was going on at first, I just remember my neighbour dragging me to her car and telling me to stay calm. She explained the dead were rising into cannibals that were sort of unstoppable unless you killed the brain. I didn't believe her when she told me, it sounded stupid until she was dragged away and ripped apart whilst telling me to run. So that's what I did. Now I was lost. I had been for 3 days, with hardly any food and water. I was starving but I had to be sensible.

A twig snapped in the distance causing me to hold my gun out, spinning around slowly, making sure no one crept up on me. A growl made me whimper as I came face to face with a man covered in blood. He growled even more, slowly walking over to me as his arms waved out, trying to grasp onto me. I screamed and charged away, trying to find any sort of safety. Anything would do, even if it was a small mud hut, I wouldn't care.

I was expecting myself to fall over, like people in movies did, but luckily God was on my side today. I continued to sprint through the forest until my legs could carry me no more. I spun around, crossing my fingers to see no more of the horrific things. Boy was I wrong.

As I spun around my heart beat raced as I let out a whimper of fear. About 50 more of them had turned up, and I was now surrounded. I whipped out my sword and widely flung it around, watching as a few bodies fell to the floor. I grabbed my gun and shot the ones which were to close and continued to slice through the others. My heart continued to race even though they were all gone.

"How the hell did you do that!?" a voice asked. I quickly spun around, my eyes coming in contact with a boy around my age. I gulped as I saw his gun raised, pointing at my head. 

I looked around me, noticing all the 50 people dead. I gasped as I looked down at my blood socked hands.

"I didn't mean to, I was scared" I stuttered as a few tears scuttled down my cheeks. 

"Why are you upset about it? Those people deserve to die!" he chuckled, kicking a few dead bodies laying on the floor.

"Those people do not deserve to die! It wasn't their fault their fate was so horrid, so why should we make it worse?" I snapped back as I pushed him away from the poor people. "I'm sorry" I mumbled to the little girl who was still snapping her jaw as she crawled up. I smiled a little as she walked towards me, reaching out and growling. When she came a little to close I pushed her back, not wanting to get bitten myself. I sighed sadly as I sliced my sword through her head, slowly laying her on the floor with the rest.