Walking Dead-Carl Grimes

To late or nah?

To Late or Nah?

~Vallory's P.O.V.~

The walkers had broken a hole in the door and were shoving their filthy, rotting fingers through, clawing at the air. Jayden and I were sitting on top of the large fridge that was in the corner of the room, with our feet dangling off.

"How much ammo do you have left?" I whispered, Jayden sighed.

"2 guns, two bullets," He replied, handing me one of his pistols.

"Jay...We have to try," I say, leaning my head back against the wall.

"No point, they're going to leave without us and we're weaponless, not counting these two bullets."

I hit my head against the wall, squeezing my eyes shut. How the fuck did this happen? The plan was going so well...My breathe hitches when I remember my last words to my father.

I'd be fine if you died...

Tears start pouring out, I didn't mean it, and I knew he didn't mean what he said to me. We both were ticking time bombs when it came to our tempers. I never got to say goodbye to Lenny or Carl or anybody. I just promised that we'd be back soon. I pulled the pictures out of my pocket, noticing a new one. It was of me and Carl. He must have slipped it into my pocket when I wasn't paying attention. It was of us the day we drew on each others faces, I was on his back and kissing his cheek, his face was bright red and his real smile was portrayed. I hopped down from the fridge and started searching the room for something, I found it in a cupboard. Spray paint. I walked over to a clean wall directly across from the door and wrote:

Don't Be Sad, We'll miss you <3

GOD FORGIVE US.

-Vallory and Jayden Dixon.

I went back over to my brother who was still sitting on the fridge, I hopped back up and took the pistol from his hand.

***

*Carl's P.O.V.*

The town hall was filled with walkers who were feeding on several different people. Weird as it says, I felt guilty. I shook my head, I have to focus on finding Val and Jayden. Cory, Bradly, Gale and I only killed whatever got to close but kept as quiet as possible, trying not to draw to much attention towards ourselves.

"There are way to many for us to handle," Bradly whispered.

"We've just got to stealth it out," Cory said. Out of all of the friends that Val and I shared, him and Ruth were my favorite.

"How the fuck do you suppose we do that?" Gale spat out, him and Bradly were my least favorite...

"Idiots," I muttered, I sunk my knife deep into a walkers head. Then I laid it down and cut its stomach open.

"What the fuck man," Bradly gagged, "That's rank."

I pulled out the walkers intestines and began to paint myself in it's dark, infected blood.

"What in the bloody hell are you doing?" Gale whisper/shouted, his british accent ringing through.

"If you smell like them they think you're one of them," I said as calmly as possible, "But you get it in your eyes, nose, or mouth I won't hesitate to blow your fucking brains out."

They all got their own walkers and started covering themselves, it was probably was and always will be the most disgusting experience of my life. I clutched my knife as we weaved our way through the horde inside, trying not to go to fast or to slow or to make to much sound or not enough. It was frightening. I saw something shining on the floor and I saw it was a long blade stuck in a walkers head. The initials VD were etched into the wooden handle. The temptation was to much, I reached over as discretely as possible and ripped out Vallory's katana an slid it up my sleeve, hiding the end of the blade in my palm. We crept down a hallway and found a door that was surrounded by walkers and they were almost in, their rotten limbs wearing the wood thin. I took them out one by one using Val's sword.

"Fuck man we better hurry, that's going to get all of their attention," Cory whispered.

The first thing I saw when I opened the door was a message spray painted on the wall in Vallory's handwriting. Don't be sad, we'll miss you<3 GOD FORGIVE US. -Vallory and Jayden Dixon.

Before I could even enter the room, two gun shots went off from beside me. I closed my eyes, knowing what it was. I opened my eyes again, seeing fresh blood staining the carpet, I didn't look away from the message on the wall as tears started soaking my face. We're to late.

"Carl, c'mon man we gotta go!" Bradly said, pulling me up by the arm.

"Fuck off!" I screamed in his face, "We were to fucking late, if we would have been a little faster then we could have saved them!"

"What're you talking about?" Cory asked, and then I felt someone intertwine my hand with theirs.