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Breathe...Just Breathe.
It's all I can say to myself at this point. Carl's been shot and was bleeding out rapidly prompting Mr. Grimes to run at a rapid pace. Some guy name Otis shot the deer, but it went clean through the deer and hit Carl right in the stomach. Mr. Grimes ran as fast as he could with Carl in his arms while I'm not so far behind him. I could hear every breath coming from Mr. Grimes while Carl's small body dangled from his arms.
" Hey, you move, shithead." I heard and veered around to see Shane grab Otis shoving him forward more, but the man collapsed to his knees out of breath.
Mr. Grimes turned around with straight panic in his eyes." How far? How far ?!" He yelled in a harsh tone.
I don't blame him. His son just got shot and at this point we don't even know if he's alive. Back in the woods, we found no pulse and Mr. Grimes repeated CPR non-stop.
" Another half mile. That way. Hershel. Talk to Hershel. He'll help your boy." Otis said catching his breathe, but we were already running before he could finish his sentence.
" Half a mile. Don't worry Mr. Grimes." I said running faster then before.
Carl's life was on the line. Mr. Grimes slowed down fixing his hold on Carl and running again when I squint my eyes seeing a women on porch looking dead at us before running back inside. When we got to the house, out came a family bigger then any I have seen, but was more important was the old man who seemed to own the place.
" Was he bit?" The old man said and I shake my head no fixing my bag on my back.
" Shot by your man."
" Otis ?!" A older women asked racing down the porch steps, closer to us seeing how pale Carl was. The old man also came down seeing the same thing and how much blood was on both.
" He said find Hershel. Is that you? Help me. Help my boy." Mr. Grimes pleaded while Hershel escorted us inside. I turned for a quick second making sure it was safe before jogging along with the others.
" Get him inside. Patricia, I need my full kit. Maggie, painkillers, coagulates, grab everything. Clean towels, sheets, alcohol. In here. " Hershel ordered while Mr.Grimes laid Carl on the bed.
I took my book bag off as quickly as I could, just in case Hershel needed my help with Carl.
" Pillowcase." Hershel said to Mr. Grimes, but he was blanked out staring to his dead looking son.
" Is he alive ?"
" Pillowcase, quick." Hershel repeated, so I quickly grabbed a pillowcase for him since Mr. Grimes wasn't in the state to do so and I wasn't so sure Carl could take another minute.
" Is he alive ? " Mr. Grimes repeated, but Hershel ignored him and turned to me with more calmness knowing I was hearing him perfectly.
" Fold it. Make a pad. Put pressure on the wound."
I did so getting Carl's blood on my hands while the kid kept bleeding and bleeding like a pool. I bit my lip feeling bad for the little guy. He didn't deserve this at all, despite him being a bit annoying in my opinion.
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Incendiary: Carl Grimes Love Story
Fanfiction" Children shouldn't play with guns." " Who said I was playing ?" Maya Rosewood was twelve years old when the turn happen. Dead rose to eat the living, but she never gave up. One day, she embarks on a highway only to meet a group. Little did she kn...
