Not Dead Yet~Carl Grimes

Prolouge

THE sweat clung to my forehead, my knees pressed up against my chest, my body trembling in fear as I sat up against the barn walls. Down below stood hungry walkers, whom of which were reacing up towards me, stepping over the wooden ladder that had now tumbled down onto the floor. Each and every walker growled and snapped their jaws open and closed, desperately trying to bite chunks out of my Rawboned body.

The broken, wooden walls were cold against my back, as I inched my way closer and closer, as if it could wrap itsself around me, protecting me from the monsters. From death. From Zaroff. Across from me, on my right, sat a young man. He had been in his mid twenties, with dark locks, which fell down into his eyes, which were also dark and resembled roasted beans. He wore a bandana around his wrist, with a pistol in his right palm and a hammer in his other. He wore a dark tank with loose jeans, and resembled one of those street men from Chicago. He had a thick German accent, and his skin resembled a thick honey.

Being with him had been even more frightening than being with the hungry walkers below. At least I knew what to expect with the walkers, but with Zaroff anything could happen. I had met him while being lost in the woods, and he had threatened to kill me if I didn't hand over my things. I didn't have anything to give him, so instead I ran off and snuck in this barn before the walkers could see me. He found his way here, and managed to escape the walkers, and now here we are. 

"Your time is almost up," Zaroff growled, his eyes fixated on mine. I didn't turn my head once, keeping my eyes glued to what lied beneath us. Tears started to gather at my eyes, the thoughts of my mother and the people from my group making them let loose. One walker below had stood out. She had been in the far back, and had been wearing my clothes, while I wore hers. She had been Zaroff's sister, and had been bitten in the left shoulder hours earlier. She looked almost indentical to me, with the same colored eyes, and the same hair. The only difference had been that she didn't have any freckles, and was a little taller. Zaroff wanted her to look presentable when being killed, which was when he decided to switch our clothing. He planned on killing her, but refused to, and instead left her down there with them when she turned. It pained me to watch her, since all I had seen was myself.

Then thats when I heard gunshots. My body jolted as I turned away from my thoughts, staring down at the barn floor below. I tried to scream, but Zaroff had his hand around my mouth already as he pulled me back. My back was pressed against his chest as he gripped my tighter, making sure I couldn't move. 

I could hear many voices, some of which I didn't recognize, until one finally spoke, making my heart race. My mother. She had been yelling at what sounded like Shane, who had been shooting at walkers which piled out of the barn after the doors broke open. Tears left my eyes as I squirmed around, shouting for my mother, but they only came out muffled. My muscles trembled as the tears burst forth from my swollen eyes. My vision was blurred with my tears as I sobbed the people I loved. All of the walkers had left the barn, Zaroffs sister being the last one. It finally hit me once my mothers screams were heard, as well as others sobs. They had thought it was me. I sobbed harder and louder,  listening to my group watch "me" walk out from the barn. Zaroff held his hand around my mouth tightly, making my crys inaudible. 

The bruise above my right cheek bone stung as his fingers squeezed against it, making me sob harder, mostly in pain. Emotionally and Physically. My family and friends-they all had thought i had been dead. Zaroff had now made them believe that, so now I'll never see them again. And if I do, they won't believe me when I tell them it was never me who came out of the barn that day..