Additions

Chapter 40

Enid's POV

Carl and I watched out the window as we pulled up to the location that the group told us to go to.

Sending my nerves, Carl took my hand and squeezed it. Part of me was thankful he was there.

The RV came to a stop and we all hesitantly stood up.

"Carl," Rick said, walking over to us. "You really should stay in here."

Carl didn't respond for a moment. Finally, he looked Rick in the eye.

"You need me," he mumbled before walking past him.

Rick and I exchanged a glance before following him.

The whole group walked out into an open field, the other group nowhere in sight.

I kept a firm grip on my gun just in case they jumped us.

We were looking around when we heard whooping coming from the trees on the opposite side of the field.

The group came onto the field, looking riled up. They were whooping and howling. They seemed happy. Excited.

We all got our weapons out as Rick walked to the front of us.

The group slowly calmed down as they approached us. They definitely still outnumbered us. I made sure Carl was still next to me.

The leader of the other group came to the front as well, standing in front of Rick.

"The final showdown," the man chuckled. "We are all our group has left."

"Let's hope so," Rick grumbled back.

Everyone just stood there, waiting for someone to start the fight.

Finally, Carl couldn't take the anticipation and pulled out his gun, firing it and sending a bullet through a man's head.

The fight was on.

People barely used their guns, which I found odd. It was mostly a fist to cuffs fight, people beating each other to death left and right. Luckily, a bunch of people from JC's group had come with us so we weren't too overwhelmed.

We were winning. We were actually winning.

•••

Around an hour into the fight, I was locked in a fight with a women in her early 20's when I looked over and saw Carl.

He was on the ground, coughing so hard that he was throwing up. Around 3 guys were working on beating him to death.

I looked around. "Sasha!!" I called, trying to keep my focus on the woman I was fighting. "Get those guys off Carl and get him back to Alexandria! He's getting worse!"

"No!" I heard Carl call, his voice strangled, still vomiting.

Sasha obeyed me and shot the 3 guys that were beating Carl up in the head before getting him and heading to the RV.

I felt better as I saw the vehicle pull away, but immediately felt worse knowing that I actually allowed Carl to come with us.

•••

We won.

Oh my god. We won.

We all stood together, looking around at all of the bodies, a few of them belonging to our group, most of them belonging to the other group.

We sadly picked up the bodies of our own and, since Sasha already took the RV, started to walk home.

Carl's POV

I laid in bed, feeling myself getting worse and worse.

Every inch of me was itching to sneak out and join the fight again.

I felt like I was the weakest link in the whole group that needed to be worried about and cared for 24/7.

I hated it.

My body shook as I broke down into another coughing fit.

After it was done, I slowly opened my eyes to see a girl sitting at the end of my bed. Blonde hair crowded her face. She was looking at me sympathetically.

JC.

But I wasn't asleep.

Slowly, I realized what that meant.

"JC, I'm not ready," I breathed in fear.

She smiled reassuringly. "You are." She stood up. "Or I wouldn't be here."

I felt tears coming to my eyes.

"But what about Enid? And Jessa? And..."

She sighed, understanding. "Before I died," she started. "I went through the same thing that you're going through now. I had to trust that you, Enid, and my group would be okay. And you were."

She sat down beside me. "The people you love will be okay. They'll grieve, but they'll be okay. I promise."

She held my hand supportingly as we waited for the end.