You Don't Know Me

You Have To Be Strong

Blake's POV

I woke up the next morning.  I'm not sure when I fell asleep, but I did.  I look over and see that I wasn't' the only one who feel asleep.  Carl was sound asleep.  I watch his chest rise and fall with each breath he took.  He looked so peaceful.  So calm.  So perfect.

I hear a banging from outside and immediately stand up.  I look over at Carl and see that he's still asleep.  I grab my gun and walk out the front door.  I see a figure move in the house across the street.  I couldn't tell if it was a living person or just a walker.  But I slowly and quietly walk across the street, with my gun gripped in my hand.  When I get in front of the house I decide to walk around it and sneak in through the back.  I get to the back of the house and walk up to the door.  I take a deep breath as I grab the doorknob.  There was a part of me that was terrified and wanted to turn around and run away.  But I knew that this was something I needed to do.

I twist the doorknob and push open the door.  I slowly walk in and notice that I'm in a kitchen.  There was dust and mold all over everything and there was this weird scent in the air.  I ignore it as I continue to walk through the room.  I get to the living room and hear a noise.  A turn and see the back of a baby carrier.  I walk towards it and turn it around revealing a baby.  It looked young enough to the point where it must have been born after the world ended.  Then I realize that this baby couldn't have been the figure I saw, since I'm not even sure if it could walk.

"Don't move!"  I hear a voice say after a gun click.  "Put your gun down and your hands up."

I do as I told and put the gun down and my hands up.  I try as hard as I can not to shake from terror.  I continue to just stare at the baby to try to calm myself down.

"Now stand up, and turn around slowly."  The voice ordered.

Like last time, I did what I was told.  I slowly stand up and turn around.  I see an older looking woman, maybe 40-50, with short grey hair.  She's holding a gun inches away from my face.

"I'm sorry, I..."

"Shut up."  She said cutting me off.  "Where are your people?"

"M-my people?"  I asked.

"Others."  She tell me.  "People you're with."

"I-I'm not with a-anyone."  I said shaking looking at the gun pointed at me.

"Why were you looking at her?"  She asked me glancing towards the baby.

"I was just..."

"Why are you here?!"  She asked raising her voice.

"I-I wouldn't hurt a baby!"  I yelled out of panic.

"I don't believe you!"  She yelled placing her finger on the trigger.