Protect Me Carl

Walking dead 3

" Theodora are you o... shit!" He instantly held up his gun.

" Easy now little feller, you drop the gun or I blow her insides out." Carl dropped the gun and put his hands up. " Now come with me into the kitchen." We followed him into the kitchen, and he was acting like this house was HIS, but it's MINE.

" Hey little brother! Look what I found in the bedroom. What do you wanna do with them?" Another man was going through my cabinets and taking out all of the food. he looked over at us.

" They're just kids, Merle. Just let 'em go."

" Aww fine." This man who we now know as 'Merle' kicked open the door and motioned towards us to go out. neither of us moved. " Well go," I was scared to the point where I was speechless. " Go on, git." Carl finally gained enough courage to say something...

" No."

" Excuse me?" Merle questioned while giving Carl a death stare.

" No. we are not leaving, but you guys probably should." Merle started laughing, but the man gathering all of the food just stopped and looked at us.

" Listen to this one Daryl! You just hear that? Kid's a comedian!" Merle laughed as he drank a can of beer that was most likely found in my mom's stash. I had finally gained enough courage to say one phrase.

" Get out of my house!"

" So she speaks!" Merle rudely commented. " Listen girlie, this may have been your house before the world went to shit, but you bet it ain't now. So you and your little boyfriend should be leaving now, and it'd be best if you forget the route here."

Now, what I am about to tell you about myself is a bit hard to explain, but here it goes. Before my dad passed, he wanted to make sure that I knew how to defend myself. he taught me a couple of things, and one of the things I was about to use. Huh, I guess it's not so hard to explain.

What Merle was doing was pissing me off. Threatening to kill me, making Carl say things he didn't want to say, and then trying to kick us out of keep in mind, MY house. the more I thought about this, the angrier I got. and eventually, I was so full of anger that I quickly spun around, flipped Merle' s gun, and hit Merle over the head with it; knocking him out. I stared down at Merle' s body. I felt both Carl and Daryl's eyes on me.

" Damn, girl." Daryl said while inching closer to his brother lying on the floor. " I probably would have shot him in the head, but not bad." Carl laughed at that. I looked up and smiled. I knew that I was gonna like this guy.