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⋙ carl 8 ⋘

WARNING; swear words, don't read if you don't like those,

You storm out of the prison gates, your fists balled up, tears streaming down your face as you shake in anger.

"It's your fault that s/he died, Y/N!" Carl shouts as he comes up behind you. He's referring to your best friend who was bitten earlier this week.

"JUST FUCK OFF, CARL!" You screech as you turn around to face him. You two argue all the time, but this time he's crossed the line.

"No! Because you know why? It's YOUR FAULT! Everything is!" He screams back. You grab fistfuls of your hair and scream.

"Just go to hell before I do something I'll regret." You spit through your teeth, turning your back to him.

"Already there," he mumbles as he walks back into the prison. You put your face into your hands and scream. Why is he always such a dick to you? You're supposed to be surviving together, acting as a team. Not at each others throats all the time! Most of the time, you two don't even have a valid reason to scream at eachother, but you always find a way to make one up. Most of your fights, you can handle. But this time. Carl Grimes has gone way to far. You walk out of the prison, leaving your weapons on the grass back by the gates. You don't know where you're walking, but you just walk until your legs burn and your lungs ache. Weapon less, cold, hungry, and soon enough, in the dark, you reach a horde of walkers. It takes a second for you to realise what a stupid idea this was. Anger makes you stupid, stupid gets you killed. You turn on your heels and run straight into the body of a walker, letting out a little yelp as the impact takes your breath away. You stumble back as it moans it's animalistic groans. You scream as it latches onto your hair with its claw like fingers. You see the blood dripping down your forehead before you feel the unexplainable pain of its scrawny fingers, cutting your head open like a knife. You know you're infected now, so why fight it? You sob and close your eyes, letting the monster take chunks out of your body with its teeth. You breath out slowly before falling to the ground. The walker soon follows you, still grasping your un- recognisable arm.

"Goodbye, Carl." You whisper before your life fades into nothingness.