An Odd First Impression ¦ Carl Grimes

Chapter Two: Who Is She?!

   Carl's POV:

Holy shit!

I rummaged through my jean pockets, trying to find my knife. I can feel the handle, but I just can't grasp it.

What the crap is wrong with you Carl? Just grab the freaking knife!!

Her scream of obvious pain tears me from my thoughts. I look up to see her foot underneath one of the walkers' legs, except that it's almost twisted completely backwards.

Forget it!

I get up and ran over to her and throw the walkers as far as I can from her, which is probably only about two feet.

I then get in between her and them, pushing one farther than the other, and smashing the head of the closer one with the heel of my boot.

I continuously squish that creature's head until its almost completely liquidated.

Hearing a moan and a high pitched squeal, I turn my attention to my right as I see that the walker that I had pushed back earlier, now had an interest in Maxi instead of me.

Using the same boot I used to kill that other thing, which is now covered in the stench of old, rotted brains, I pushed of the other one and finally reached in my pocket and, without hesitation, quickly slid the blade of my knife into the walkers' skull.

Standing back from it, I put my hands on my knees to catch my breath, when I glances back, I see Maxi, motionless, staring at the walker that I had just 'killed' right in front of her.

She was in shock. Has she never encountered these things before?

I walk over to her and proceed to carry her back to the prison. She nuzzled her head into my chest, and I could feel the tears, that silently escaped her beautiful brown eyes, on my now bare chest.

Seeing her like this breaks my heart. Wait, what am I saying?

I just met this girl and just had (another) near death experience. How does this break my heart? I can't possibly have feelings for her already. It's impossible!

Isn't it?

At The Prison~~~

As I approach the edge of the woods, I carefully set her down, since she has now cried herself to sleep.

In the middle of trying to formulate a plan to get her to the gates without getting killed, I suddenly hear the crunch of leaves behind me.

As an automatic response, I flawlessly draw my knife and point it at... Daryl?

He looks at Maxi with a confused face at first, but it then blends into anger.

"Who is she?!" he asks, pointing his crossbow to Maxeline, sounding furious and aggravated, then glaring at me.

I glance at her. She sleeps so peacefully. "I found her when I went out. She has a broken ankle and she can't survive out there alone."

"Well, why the hell you sittin out here for when you gotta get 'er inside?"

"Do you not see the tons of walkers at the fences?" Note my frustration.

He sighs in aggravation and gives me that look that says, "Come on". He puts up his crossbow and makes a path through, while I pick up Maxi and follow.

"Glenn! The gates!" He yells, as Glenn makes his way down the hill to us.

"Who is she?" He has worry and curiosity and confusion all over his face.

"I wish people wouldn't ask that!" I say, slightly raising my voice. He opened the gates and led us into cell block C of the prison.

"Hershel!" I yell, getting the attention of everybody in the room.

"Who's she?" Hershel hobbles over on his crutches, carefully studying her condition.

"Jesus Christ, just help her! I think she has a broken ankle, and she might be in shock when she wakes up," I say, laying her down in my cell on the bottom bunk.

"Who's she?" a voice from behind me says.

I sigh. I'm really getting tired of that question.