Welcome to the second half of season 3!
A lot of stuff is gonna happen.
And, as is inevitable in the world of TWD, shit will hit the fan, and it'll hit the fan hard.
Anyway, on with the story!
Carl's POV
-Six Months Later-
"As of yesterday they were still in that hotel in Fort Worth. I can take another search party out to try and find Alejandro and his group." Reagan said as she stood up from the table.
"Good, I'll come with you in case any of them need medical attention." Talia responded.
"Take as much ammo as you need, just in case. We've pretty much got an endless supply now that we have that factory up and running." I said.
The young woman nodded and left the house, Talia following her out.
"What do you think happened to Alejandro and his group?" Jen asked.
"I don't know. They haven't reported in for two days now and we still haven't found them, I just hope when we do find them they aren't like that group from TX Precision." I responded before heading to the stairs.
"He's still not doing so good. You sure seeing him like that is a good idea?" Carol asked as she grabbed my arm.
"You guys keep saying that I need to not see him, but that's exactly what he needs right now." I responded.
"The last time you saw him we had to lock you up for a week to keep you from going and getting yourself killed." She pointed out, holding my wrist tighter.
"That was when it first happened." I said. "What did you expect me to do, sit here and pretend like they hadn't put my boyfriend in a coma?"
"No, but I did expect you to be smart and not try to take on the entire group by yourself." She answered.
I sighed and yanked my wrist from her grip.
"I can keep myself from going to Fort Worth guns blazing, I promise." I said before starting to walk up the stairs.
"Ok, but I'm holding you to that." She said. "If you run down those stairs looking like you're ready to take on an army I will personally keep you from doing that, even if I have to shoot you in the legs to keep you from leaving."
I made it to the closed door leading to the room that Ethan, Cain, Abel and I shared, that is until Ethan had been shot multiple times and put into a coma. I was about to open it when someone spoke.
"He's still not awake... is he?" Abel asked sadly.
I turned to him and saw that he was leaning against the wall next to the door to the master bedroom.
"No... not yet." I answered.
"Can we see him?" He asked. "Talia hasn't let Cain or I. She said it was best that we don't see him like that."
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