The Day Before Yesterday

Part 39

  We left at about 10:30 in the morning. The sun was now going down.

  "Where are we going to stop for the night?" I asked Rick.

  "There's a truck up ahead. We can stop there." Rick replied.

  "Will there be enough room for all of us to sleep?" I asked.

  "Us adults will stay up. You two will need your energy."

  I didn't argue. I was exhausted already.

  When we reached the truck, it was open and aired out. No walkers.

  I threw my backpack into the middle of the truck.

  "Do you want the passenger seat?" Carl asked.

  "Nah, thank you though." I smiled.

  "Are you two hungry?" Rick questioned.

  "Yeah, I guess so." Carl replied.

  "Well, Daryl is out looking for food. It'll be past sun set. Get some rest and we'll wake you when he gets back."

  I didn't argue with that.

  I climbed into the middle seat with my bag and closed the door.

  I layed my head against my backpack and sighed.

  "Are you okay?" Carl asked.

  He layed the passenger seat back and sat back.

  "Yeah. Just alot of stuff happening.

  "Sorry about your aunt and uncle. Your uncles death and your aunt threatening her kids lifes. That really must be hard on you." He finish.

  "Nah, I'm okay.  I'm more worried about the babies. What if that group comes back? There's six little kids, that's not including Maggie's unborn child." I sighed.

  Carl didn't answer back. I adjusted and looked at him.

  He had fallen to sleep to the sound of my voice.

  I layed back down and closed my eyes.

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  I heard talking, arguing.

  *clank* Something hit the window.

  Carl sat up in a alert.

  When I sat up I saw guns to Rick and Michonne's head. There was a creepy dude outside the window staring in at us.

  Carl alertly watched the window next to him and his dad.

  Daryl wasn't back yet.

  I heard the leader, one holding the gun to Ricks face, call out, "Get the kids."

  That creepy guy opened Carl's door and dragged him out.

  "Carl?!" I yelled.

  Another guy came and dragged me out of the truck.

  The guy threw me to the ground, I fell face first. I could feel the asphalt and rocks in my skin, and the warm running of blood down my face.

  I tryed to sit up, but they wouldn't let me. The guy place his foot on my stomach and towered over me.

  There was a guy sitting on top of Carl. Carl was squirming, trying to get free. The guys were not good guys.

  "Let him go!" I screamed at the guy who was sitting on Carl. "I'll-I'll kill you!"