Protect, Survive and Love (Carl's love story)

Chapter Four

Rachel's Pov

Those words... They keep on running through my mind.. "It's alright, I'm here. I'll protect you." Why does that seems so familiar? It feels so comforting now that someone alive is here with me. Who actually doesn't want to eat me alive? But I shouldn't let my guard down. He could still betray me. But for now, I just have to hope for the best. 

I was just sitting down, thinking of a way to get out of here when he suddenly ran to a radio which I couldn't get a hold of. There's no way he could turn that on. I sighed and went towards him. "It doesn't work." I simply said. "It won't work cause it doesn't have any battery." He replied, looking at me with a mischievous look. 'Great, now he thinks I'm dumb' I thought. I just nodded and looked away. He bent down and looked through things he could use. "Aha." I heard him say, and saw him raise his hand with something. It was a box, but not just a box, inside it was a spare of batteries. 'God, I'm stupid.' I guess I was too lazy to look around and notice the radio needed batteries. I thought those damn things just needed electricity only. Well, silly me.

"Oh, nice. You found some; you think there's energy left in those?" I asked as I walked past the shelves and towards him. What the hell have I been doing and didn't move to go find those before? Well, whatever. He found it, he fix it then- "Alright, done." He said. Is he serious? That was so damn fast. He tried to open the radio and a few minutes later we both heard sounds that looks like came from another place. 

"Hello?" Carl said. Someone replied but it was a blurred sound. It was too hard to hear, maybe because of the reception? "H-r-l-o-o?" Someone said. "It's a voice! Someone's there!" I shouted clearly and had my eyes wide at the radio. I could sense that Carl was also amazed. Well, who wouldn't in an apocalypse, right?

We tried clearing the signal and asked again. "Hello? Is someone there? My name is Carl. Can you hear me?" Carl asked and waited for response. At first we just heard a buzzing sound, but after a few seconds, we heard someone breathing and then said, "C-Carl?"

"C-Carl? How come he knows you?" I asked looking at him with a glint of confusion. I saw his reaction and thought of something. Is he related to him? "H-Hello? Is this Carl? If it is, it's me, where are you?" The voice from the radio said. Me? Who's ‘me’? I looked over to Carl once more and I can see that he was stunned. Something might have hit him hard. I grabbed the microphone from him and spoke to the man. "Hello, this is Rachel Faye, and yes, I'm with a boy named Carl. We're here in an abandoned convenient store. Please, we've been stuck here and we need help." I said clearly. No one is responding. I can't hear anything, is there something wrong?

"Hello?" I asked again. I looked at Carl who was just staring at me. "What?" "N-Nothing." He looked away and took the mic from me. "H-Hello, dad? It's me. I'm with the girl." He said. Wtf? DAD?! That was so unexpected. 


"Wait, he's your damn son?" I asked out loud. Nobody responded. There was another buzzing sound but now it was longer and louder. Until we heard another voice saying

"Wait up kids. We're on our way."