Love by the Bullet

The Gunshot

(Hey sorry I haven't updated in a while. I've been dealing with some stuff and I haven't been able to update. Sooooo anyway I hope you like this one!)

Carl's POV.

"I'm Carl." I tell her whipping off the last of her spit from my hand. "So...you live here? In a gas station" I ask the beautiful girl who now has a name, Hayden. I've never known a girl named Hayden, only boys. But It sorta suits her perfectly, I couldn't have picked a better name.

"Yea. Home sweet home," she smiles a perfect smile. "You don't look like you've been out on the road that long. Where are you holding up?"

"A prison about an hour and a half up the road." I answer.

"A prison? You live in a prison?" She laughs.

"Well you live in a gas station," I smirk.

"Touché," she smiles once more. "So, you need supplies? I've got two year old shitty gas station food and warm water. But I don't have baby stuff. Sorry."

"It's okay. I don't really know what I was thinking, looking for baby supplies in a gas station." I say.

"Do you have any family?" She rushes out the words as if she was embarrassed to say them. But her question caught me off guard.

"I have a dad and a one day old sister. But but my mom died yesterday during child birth." I explain, sounding as tough as I could as if it didn't effect me.

"What about you? Where's your family?"

"They all died about two years ago. My brother, mom, and um...dad." She flatly states. "And if you saw a pile of bones out there, that's them. That's my dead family."

"I'm sorry for your loss." I tell her, truly feeling bad for her. She's been on her own for two years without a family.

"Don't ever be sorry...being sorry makes you weak...being weak gets you killed. And you seem nice and I don't want you to get killed. But sometimes being nice also gets you killed. I've learned that the hard way." She says and looks me square in the eye. I feel bad for her, I truly do.

"Oh um okay. I never really thought about it like that. But maybe that's because I never really had to." It's true I didn't. I was lucky. I had a good place to stay, food, weapons, and people. She had a gas station.

After about a minute of awkward silence Hayden finally speaks up.

"Well I guess you should be going. I was about to go hunt for dinner anyway." She flatly says.

"Go? As in leave? Why don't you come back with me and join our group?" I plea, not wanting to say goodbye even though I've only known this girl for 5 minutes.

"I just can't...you wouldn't understand. ... it's gonna be getting dark soon and it'll be hard to find your way in the dark. So you better go."

"Okay," I sadly say. "Bye."

"Bye" she says as I got to collect my weapons.

But as I go to pick up my gun, it accidentally goes off with a loud bang. The bullet hits Hayden in the side exactly where I was shot only a year ago when I was looking for Sofia with my dad and Shane.

"Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god!" Hayden says between gasps. "You shot me! You son of a bitch! You shot me!" She yells up at me from the floor.

"It was an accident I swear!" I tell her in a rushed, panicked voice.

"Help." She gasps. Her voice barely audible.

I pick her up bridal style and run outside, laying her on the horse and jumping on behind her. I hold her close to me with one arm while holding onto the reigns with the other. We ride back to the prison as fast as we could go.