Too Far Gone // Carl Grimes

Chapter 18

*1 Week Later*

"Okay. Me, Carl, and Beth will go to the east side of the school building. Daryl, Tailynn, and Michonne will get the west side. Get anything good. We need It all. And we aren't staying here. Now Yell if there's more than 12 walkers. Got that?"

Everyone nods.

"See you guys soon. Stay safe." Rick finishes up, nodding in our direction and grabbing Carls arm. Beth followed swiftly behind them, her pony-tail bouncing off her back.

I watch them walk away for a minute, letting out a deep sigh.

"You comin' Tai?" Dad asks, turning back around to me.

They were already a little ways away.

"Uh-huh. Yea." I stutter, taking one last look at the other members of my family and following Daddy quickly.

My birthday had passed in the last week. Daddy remembered. So did Beth. Though they knew I didn't want anything. It is the apocalypse I mean. What hurt me the most was that Carl didn't seem to remember though. Or even care. Daddy, Beth and the rest of the group sang 'Happy Birthday' to me and Carl just stood there with a stupid smirk. I could basically feel my heart shatter in my chest. And he still acts like he don't care. I thought he might actually. But I guess he doesn't..

I catch up to them and hold my knife to my side, gripping it tightly.

Dad stops in front of me and I walk into his back.

"I-I'm sorry." I say, looking up at him. Daddy nods down at me. He turns to me and Michonne, "Were gonna split up okay. Tailynn take the cafeteria, Michonne take these 4 classrooms, and I'll take the other 4. Okay?"

"Okay" Michonne and I say at different times.

Dad puts and hand on my shoulder and let's it slide off. I nod to him and hold my silenced gun up, pushing the cafeteria door open.

I open the doors to my school cafeteria with my 2 best friends by my side.

"Welcome to hell" Kaylen sighs as she takes a seat at one of the gray tables.

I chuckle, sitting next to her as Braya takes the other seat next to her.

We were only in 6th grade but we were certain we had found our best friends for life. We were like the three musketeers, never leaving each other's sides. And that's what our parents called us.

If only I knew where they were..

Kaylen moved her red dyed hair to the side of her face, parting it in the middle.

Kaylen Gatsbay. She was always the girliest of us three. She was punk too. Dyed red hair and big brown eyes. 14 and in 6th grade. She had missed to many days in 4th grade and was held back in 3rd twice. Her wrists were sliced up, and she told me and Braya we were the only ones who knew. It was sad really. Seeing my best friend in so much pain. But I had no way to help her. Hell had met it's match and she was willing to take it down.

Braya McClendon. The bubbly one. Braya was so funny to be with and stay. She had light brown hair and bright blue eyes. She was beautiful. She coulda done great things. But God only knows where she is. Hopefully alive..

Then there was me. The awkward one. The shy when. Then when she got home or was with her friends she'd put a smile on all their faces. Go out in the woods and bring back a meal. Stay with her Dad who was her true best friend. That was me. And that's who I liked.

Who would've thought I'd be the depressed teenager I am today? Killing zombies in a school. Trying to fight through the pain of a broken heart. Trained to fight the dead. And know to fear the living. Who woulda thought?

Well that's me now. That's who I am. And this is the same thing I think everyday. And I don't even have to convince myself this. This is me. Tailynn Dixon.

I hold my knife up in ready position, whistling as loud as I can.

Stumbling erupts throughout the cafeteria as 2 weak walkers drag their body's to me.

I move to them quickly and stab them both in between the eyes.

I check the rest of the cafeteria for walkers, soon realizing there is none.

I sigh and pull my duffel bag infront of me as I look on the shelves of the kitchen.

Stale chips..

Stale bread..

Stale crackers..

Stale.. Pudding?

I let my mouth hang open as I pull a chair out, standing on top of it and grabbing the 112oz of Chocolate pudding.

"I haven't had this in forever." I giggle, tossing it around in my hands.

"I haven't either." I hear a deep voice say.

I look down at a man with a bat wrapped in bob-wire held over shoulder.

He steps towards me and I flinch a little and set the can down, putting my gun up as a reflex.

"Now. Now. No need for that." He smirks darkly.

I shudder a little and keep my gun up, stepping off the chair and backing away slowly.

"There's no need to be frightened sweet heart. I'm Neagan." His smirk grows wider.

I point my gun into the air, letting out to loud shots, then hearing footsteps banging along the hallways.

The man, 'Neagan', plasters a scold on his face as he pulls his bat off his shoulder.

I turn and run to the doors as he turns the other way, running towards the back doors.

I scream as the cafeteria doors open near my hands.

There stands the rest of my group.

And Neagan had gotten away..