SAVIOUR ↣ CARL GRIMES [ON HOLD]

The First Shot

Within a few minuets a couple men walked into the trailer.

"Time to go." One said. They walked over to is and was about to grab us. Not wanting to be touched I stood up myself and followed them out if the trailer.

The ropes around my wrists burned and my shoulder ached from being behind my back so long. The men directed us toward an old truck.

I looked around at the others in the group. I couldn't make a run for it. They all had guns. That would be a suicide mission.

I slid into the middle of Hershel and Michonne. Everyone them began to pile into their vehicles and the tank. I gulped and looked at my lap.

The truck began to lurk and I felt like puking. This is life or death. But more importantly this is risking hurting my family at the prison. Carl...

I shook his name from my mind. I completely blanked out and continued to stare at my lap. The fear inside me was so bad the I was almost numb. After everything, we were about to be brought down. Everything that we've all been through.

The were already rolling through the forest, with the many bumps from the rocky terrain. I stared outside the front windshield and I saw it. My home. The prison.

We rolled out of the trees, the tank obliterating everything in it's path. We rolled up to the fences and the group poured out of their vehicles. Machine guns in hand. Michonne, Hershel and I were still in the truck. I guess they were waiting for the right moment.

A small tear escaped my eye and fell onto my jeans. Michonne looked over at me but stated silent. She couldn't say anything to help.

I saw movement out the window. The leader was giving a signal to the tank. I stared at the tank in fear.

There was a loud booming noise that rang through my hole body. The first shot had been fired. I looked over at the prison, to see bright orange flames licking at the gray of the building.

This was it.

It had started.