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

Story of my life.

I am now sitting next to my best friend Abby, who's in a bed, and is screaming out in pain.

She found out why I left (because I didn't want to tell her) and so she tried to run away herself. But when she was close to the prison for shelter, they shot her in the leg.

So now here she is getting a bullet taken out of her leg by Hershel, the old doctor. He's not a real doctor, he just acts like one.

"I need everyone out, it's gonna get a little messy." Hershel said.

Everyone who was in there, including me, went out. They all sat down at the table, while I stood there awkwardly, and then Carol came out giving them food.

"Why don't you stay a while and have something to eat?" she said. I shrugged my shoulders and sat down in between Maggie and Daryl and opposite Carl. Bad idea.

Carl kicked my leg from under the table, playfully, but hard. I bit my lip and kicked him back. This went on for a while until Rick asked:

"So what's your story?". Oh God. Mines is the sappiest story ever, but they won't stop pestering me unless I tell them anyway, so here goes nothing;

"Well, when I was born, my dad left me out in the forest to die. But then a group of people took me and cared for me. When the apocalypse started we joined a group, and for four years we had a peaceful life,  although we did kill walkers from time to time. I also met Abby there, and now we're best friends, because we were always there for each other. Then my foster mum and dad went missing, and me and my foster brother went out to find them. We gave up after a 2 months, but then one night, as we were eating dinner, me foster brother found a finger in his soup. We couldn't stay there anymore, because we found out that it was a human, not a walker finger, even though we would still leave either way. So we went on the run but then walkers started chasing us. One was about to bite me when... when" tears started to threaten my eyes and my voice went all shaky "my foster brother stepped in the way and got bit on the neck. He told me to never forget him and that he loves me. Then he told me to run and I did..."the tears were now spilling out, but one at a time "and that's when I found this prison. I know nothing about my real family, only that my mum died when I was born, my dad's a jerk, and that I had to brothers that either didn't know about me or didn't bother to look for me..." I finally finished.

I played with my mothers' neckalace. I had a picture of her in there. I opened it up and looked at her face. Daryl looked over my shoulder to see the picture. He stood up while everyone still looked at me and said:

"Jessica, I need to speak to ya."

I hesitated at first but then I got up and and he lead me to the corner of the room.

"Why have ya gota picture of ma mother?" he asked...