The Walking Dead Fanfic. It's to late. (Carl Grimes)

What are you doing here?

I woke up to feel a slight pain in my wrist. Oh ye... that bastard handcuffed me to a bed. I looked at my wrist and it was red. It was also bleeding and was starting to peel.

I rattled the chains around only to scream out in pain from the metal rings touching my skin. I heard a moan then felt the bed move.

"Mornin, have a good sleep, or should I say rattle." a smirking Carl said.

"First of all, that was the worst joke ever, and second... CAN YOU LET ME OUT OF THESE BLOODY CHAINS NOW!" I replied.

"As you wish, your majesty." He unlocked the chains. I sighed in relief as the metal stopped touching my wrist.

"Don't looked so relieved." he said.

I made my face look as relieved as possible, trying my best to annoy him.

I got up and grabbed the bag that I carried to the prison and searched through it to find my most prized posession. My mothers' necklace.

I got frustrated when I couldn't find it and looked behind me. Carl was putting on some boots while trying to hold back a laugh. It didn't work though. He reached into his pocket and pulled out my mothers' neckalce.

"Give that back to me right now." I demanded him.

"Or what?" he said, smirking, as per usuall. I threw myself on top of him (thank God I'm not a fat lump) and started tackling him.

I was then suprised when he turned me over. No one has ever beaten my almighty power! (Author: lol). I turned him back around and the bracelet went flying out of his hand, through the air, and landed the other side of the room. I ran over to it, grabbed it, and hooked it on.

"Fiesty." Carl said.

"Idiot." I replied.

I grabbed my bag and headed out the cell. I saw Rick eating at the table with all my weapons laid out.

"Um, I'm leaving now so can I have them back?" I asked politely so he would give them to me. He did, which surprised me.

"Well, good luck out there," he mumbled "Are you sure you don't want to stay here for a while?" he continued in a lighter tone. I was going to shake my head no and leave but then I heard a gunshot then a blood-curdling scream.

I ran outside to find... my best friend Abby from my old group with a bullet in her leg.

"What are you doing?" I whispered into her ear after running and bending down next to her.

"It's a long story." she replied weakly...