GlowStick // Carl Grimes (Discontinued.)

Chapter 2

•Chapter 2

3 years had passed since then.

I was now 14. I'm About to turn 15. Or at least I think so.

I guess I've gotten better with a gun. I still prefer my hunting knife though.

So much has happened in the past 3 years.

Iv grown.

A lot. Not that it's a problem. I'm just not as quiet as I was.

So that means more fleshies...

I'm not as scared.

We've lost and found people along the way.

Bre was bit 3 months after we left Atlanta.

We headed south towards all the farms.

We found a farm that looked it had been burnt to the ground. It was over run. But it looked people had been there a while ago.

Mom thought maybe tracks were still around.

Y'know, for people.

Since Uncle McGraw was a good tracker, we decided to search them down. That's what were doing now... Well were done with that.

We found tracks to a prison. The thing about the prison though was it had been attacked.

There was more than at Least 50 bodies laying around and there was a tank parked inside. It looked like some sort of war zone.

So know we're keeping the tracks of two people. One younger and one older.

In the past years, we had found a man in the woods.

He was trying to tell us to stay away from somewhere. He couldn't get the words out though.

We also found out we all have the infection.

An older man joined our group around 6 months ago.

We could tell he wouldn't live much longer. (I actually thought he had lung cancer.)

Well soon on, he passed away during his sleep.

I woke up to moans and found him outside the tent. I stabbed him in the head and checked for bites or scratches.

Nothing.

So we figured he had just died; That we all had the infection.

So all we have left of our group is Me, Uncle Dallas, Uncle McGraw, Walt, and Mom.

Were all very protective over each other now.

We found out the hard way people were not to be trusted either.

About 2 years into the apocalypse we had found a good shelter.

A small mansion in the woods.

We had only been there a week or two and someone found us.

A group of 4 men.

They raided our supplies without waking us and left us with nothing.

I'm sure there's worse men out there though.

We had been seeing those signs about a place called Terminus.

I have a bad feeling about that place and so does Uncle Dallas so were trying to stay away from there.

It sounds to good to be true.

They probably wouldn't let in a bunch of Rednecks like my family anyways.

Were too protective over one another.

And what about us kids. They probably think kids cain't do anything in a world like this.

Liars.

I'm not so good with a gun, like I said.

But I'm a good hunter and fisher. And I can kill the fleshies. I don't think I could take care of myself alone though.

We followed the tracks now.

Our little group, still tracking the other group of people.

Walt would be the one to spot the chocolate rapper.

"Were gaining on them." Uncle Dallas said, "But it doesn't look like were the only ones tracking these people."