What We've Become (Carl Grimes Fanfiction)

Chapter 1: Not Alone

        In times like this, you never want to be alone. I've been on my own for almost two years straight. There were some others here and there along the way, but they're all gone.

        I have no clue where I'm going. For all I know, I could be headed for Florida, away from my parents. I need a map, a compass, anything! All I have is a pistol and a hammer. Of course, I lost my knife, because having it would just make things too easy.

      I sigh and keep walking. There's got to be something out here, maybe even someone. Finding another decent, living person... that'd be amazing. But that's a lot to ask for these days...

       Trees. That's all I've seen all day. Not a single deer, rabbit, not even a walker. But then I see her.

        Ashlynn. She must have had the same idea as me. But it she's crying. She'll be one of them soon. I can see the bite on her shoulder. It looks fresh. If I'd just gotten here a little earlier...

        I start to cry. Becoming a walker is a fate worse than death. She didn't deserve this.

        No one does.

        "(Y/n)?" she asks.

        I nod.

        "I'm so sorry!"

        I just cry.

        She looks at my gun. "(Y/n)! Please, I don't want to be one of them!"

        "No! No, no, no, no, no!" I argue.

        "Please, (Y/n)! Just help me! This one last time!"

        I nod and take out my gun.

        "I'm sorry!" she sobs.

        "Me too..."

        I raise the gun and point it at her forehead. "Goodbye..." I squeeze the trigger and her body thumps to the ground.

        I hate everything about the world now. My sister is dead because of it's cruelty, and she'll never get a funeral, not even a proper burial! It's just not right. She and probably millions of other people are dead because of this shit! And for what?

       I know I have to keep moving. Every walker for miles probably heard that gunshot.

        After hours of walking, night falls. I'd gotten out of the the foresty area where I was, hoping to find some kind of civilization.

        No luck.

        My guess is that it's about two in the morning. I'm exhausted but there is no cover anywhere. I know I have to keep going.

        Feeling like I'm about to collapse I decide to take a break. I sit down on the dusty road. Then I hear them, what sounds like an army of walkers in the distance, getting louder by the second.

       "Shit!" I whisper as I stand. I look toward the sound, and gasp. They can't be more than one hundred yards away. I turn around and sprint, as fast as my exhausted legs can carry me.

        Then I see it. A prison. It's the perfect shelter. This is the best luck I've had in years.

        I take off toward it and get in through a hole in the fence, but some of these walkers were fast and smart and got through too. I take out my gun and shoot and the ones that did.

        There are four left when I run out of bullets.

        "Fuck!" I whisper to myself.