SAVIOUR ↣ CARL GRIMES [ON HOLD]

Click of the Barrel

I woke with a start the next morning. There were footsteps coming from downstairs. It wasn't a walkers because they weren't dragging. They were human.

Fear coursed through me making my blood run cold. I got up and slowly walked to the bedroom window. Damn. It was too high of a jump.

I was quiet and I heard more moving from downstairs. This time it was followed by voices. A mans, and woman's and a boy. I listened some more and then it hit me. These voices sounded familiar.

I scrambled over and grabbed my bag. I raced out of the room and clambered downstairs, not caring about the noise.

I rounded the corner into the living room and stopped dead in my tracks. Three people stood in front of me. But they were not who I thought they were. I misinterpreted the voices big time.

A large, bulky man, a chubby, ugly looking woman and a boy about my age stood I front of me with their guns raised. My eyes widened.

"Well, Patricia, Gabe, look what we have here." The man said and smirked. He walked toward me. I stood, frozen in fear. The man still had his gun raised as he circled me. I could feel his eyes on me and I shifted uncomfortably in my place.

The woman let out a cackle. "She's a pretty one, isn't she?" She said and laughed again. The boy nodded. "Can I have her?" He asked. I stared at him. Have me? No way. This was not going to happen.

The man finally stopped in front of me. "What's your name, girl?" He spat. Even from where I stood, I could smell his rancid breath. I had to do something.

I took action. I lifted up my leg and kicked the man in my stomach. The boy and the woman fumbled to get out there weapons. I began to run for the door but the man wrapped his heavy arms around me.

I struggled. Kicked and thrashed. That's when I heard a barrel click up against my head. The boy held the gun and smirked evilly.

"What are we gonna do with her, papa?" He asked not taking his eyes off me. The man jerked me around to face him. He bellowed a laugh.

"After that move, your gonna regret you even survived this long." He said in a low, dangerous voice that sent chills up my spine. In a flask of movement, there was a sharp pain on my jaw and I was on the floor.

Then I realized he had punched me. And he wasn't finished. He began to kick my stomach. I screamed, cried and pleaded. But he didn't stop.

All I could hear was the woman's loud laughing before I passed out from the pain.

And this time, Carl wasn't there to save me.