Hershels POV
Im in shock, i can barely breath because I am choking on my own blood.
"Yes, just help me already."
I saw Carl get out his knife.
"That isn't gonna work Carl, gotta go get a duller one."
Molly pulled out a butcher knife that was covered in dry blood.
"I got it Carl."
Carl turned around and Molly handed him the butcher knife.
Glenn tied a shirt around my upper arm to make the disease stop.
I then saw Carl lift up the knife and lean back. I saw a tear in his eye.
He then chopped.
I felt a big throbbing pain in my lower arm.
I looked up and everything went black.
Carls POV
I chopped Hershel's arm 4 times before it came off. I looked over at Molly and she was crying her eyes out as always. I couldnt blame her, we are going through alot.
"He's passed out that's it. He's perfectly fine." Glenn took over right away.
"We gotta get him to a cell and clean him up quickly, dad come help!" I yelled for my dad.
I grabbed his legs, Molly grabbed his ingured arm, and dad grabbed his other.
We carried him to his cell and I ran out to go get the supplies out of my bag.
Molly was already at our cell.
"What are you doing here?" I asked curious.
"Trying to calm myself down, dont wanna hurt little one here." She pointed down to her stomach.
"Molly, its fine." I bent down to grab my bag.
She grasped my hand, scaring me alittle.
"It might not be." She squeezed my hand and kissed me.
"I gotta go. Hershel is dying."
I put my bag on my back, lookng at her one last time.
I took the bag to my dad and Glenn.
"Wanna stay in here son?"
"No, i got some catching up to do." I smiled and walked out going back to Molly.
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Carl Grimes: The Boy Who Made Sparks Fly
FanfictionMolly Anderson is a teenager who has to survive by herself during the zombie apocalypse until she meets a boy named Carl Grimes. They have to survive with their group at a prison. They face many fears in life, such as death, love, and zombies.
