My Redneck (Sequel to That Redneck/ Daryl Dixon Fanfic)

Chapter 13- Thirty it is

I raced down the stairs and burst outside. It took me a moment to find the durango but as soon as my eyes fell onto the vehicle, I was racing towards it. Carl was fiddling around with the car frantically as he tried to shut the alarm off.

"Carl!" I shrieked, grabbing a fist full of his shirt and yanking him from the drivers seat.

"M-Mariah?" He stuttered as I quickly shut the car alarm off.

I stared daggers at Carl as I slammed the car door very harshly behind me. For a moment I thought I tore it off, but I was too enraged to deal with it.

"What the hell were you doing? Your dads going to kill you, literally. Your so lucky I got down here when I did, or who knows what would happen-"

I was interpreted by the shuddering moans of the dead. I looked around me as the dead started to crowd towards us, blocking off our path to the building.

"Shit." I snarled, not even caring about my language in front of him. I hastily grabbed Carl's wrist and started pulling him after me while I blindly ran across the road.

"The buildings that way." Carl screeched innocently from behind me as I tugged his arm, probably a little harder than needed.

"If you didn't notice, there is no was to get over there. Now please shut up and let me think." I bellowed harshly.

Carl shut right up and continued to allow me to string him along after me. I knew I was being very harsh on Carl, but it was probably all of my anger fighting its way out from deep inside of me. Unfortunately for little Carl, he had to take it.

I charged towards the closest building and grabbed the door handle angrily, praying it would open for me so I could get Carl and myself to safety.

Thankfully it popped open and I dragged Carl inside after me. I locked the door (even though it was made of thin glass and if you tapped it with your pinky it would probably shatter) and dragged Carl around the corner of the building.

Luckily it was like a little coffee hut with red brick walls and no windows besides the flimsy front door. I shoved Carl into a near by chair and he honestly looked a little scared of me. I would be too if I was in his situation. An angry, older woman tossing me around like a rag doll because I was doing god knows what. That would definitely scare me.

"What the hell was that?" I nearly screamed.

"I just wanted to put gas in the car so we could drive out," Carl sighed. "I just wanted to check how much gas we needed."

I furrowed my brow and crossed my arms. "Where were you planning to get the gas from?"

"I remembered passing a gas station only two streets back. I could have made it there, I'm fast like Glenn."

My heart wanted to break. Carl was such a cutie. He was doing the honest right thing, probably something I would do even though it was idiotic. He didn't know the alarm would go off, hell I didn't even think the alarm would go off. But I had to stay sharp, well thats what they all say when you read those parenting novels according to Tayler.

"Carl, I get it. It makes sense, it really does. But you never should go by yourself. I'm not even allowed to go by myself and I'm a grown woman." I motioned to myself.

"How old are you anyways?" He asked, diverting the subject.

"That's not the point." I mumbled. I could have continued to lecture Carl about stuff he'd figure out later and I already knew he'd block me out and not take my advice so I just gave him the most reassuring smile I could give him.