Too Far Gone // Carl Grimes

Chapter 30

COMMENT and VOTE

The lodge had been broken into, a group inside. Our group and Lukes, both at gun point with their hands to their heads. I notice a body on the ground. It's heat was beat in, terribly bloody. I couldnt tell who it was, but it was definitely someone from our group.

My hand covers my mouth in shock. "O.. Oh my god.." I whisper to myself.

Voices could be heard from inside the lodge. Loud, scary, and threatening voices.

I pull my bow off my back and hurriedly make my way to the lodge, ducking down behind a short wall. The voice seemed familiar. It towered over everyone else, loud and booming. That man. The one back at the high school. His name started with an 'N' I think.

Dammit.. I knew they shoulda listened to me..

 "Tailynn, we need a plan." Carls low, deep voice startles me. I turn around quickly. "We need alot of plans these days. But we'll never be able to save our asses." I say quietly. 

"Now." The mans scary voice was clear now. "I'll ask you all one last time. Where's.. the girl?"

Me? Was he talking about ME? He had to be, I was the only one who had seen him. The only one with the knowlodge that he even existed.

"No one?" His voice strains.

He drops his bat, the one he had named - if I remember correctly - and picks up a gun off of the floor.

Negan, I think his name was, pulls the gun on Rick and shoots his knee cap, causing him to yelp out in pain.

"Dad!" Carl calls, standing up quickly. He rushes over to his Dad as Negan turns towards my direction.

I stand up, tears flowing out of my eyes. I could see clearly now. Just give myself to them and they'll leave them alone. And I'll have done my part. My meaning in life. "Pl - please don't hurt them any more. Just take me. I'm here." I hold my wrists out as I step forward. The scars up and down my arm were clearly visible now. "Just take me away." I cry quietly.

Negan shows no sympathy, not that I expected him too. "Little Lady," Dammit seriously how old do I look?! "Why would you give yourself up like that? When you could survive alone. Without this group." He smiles deviously.

I roll my eyes mentally. "Because they're my family. And I'd do anything for them." I say quietly.

"Anything?"

"Anything."

I didn't have to look around to know everyone was secretly begging me to stop.

"Alright. Since you would do anything for this group. I'd like you to do something for me." He smiles, just to try and play my side.

"Nothing for you." I snarl.

"You will do this for me if you want to save this group of yours." He says, his smile slowly fading.

I let out a shaky breath and nod. "Okay." I say quietly.

He opens up his bag, not daring to take his eyes off me, even if he had his men on us with guns. A thick rope with a noose on the end is pulled out of the bag, and he sets it In my hands. "Go right up there, tie one end of this rope to the beam, and put the noose around your neck. Then I want you to jump. It'll only hurt for a second." He says.

"So you want me to commit suicide in front of my group? And for what? Why?" I question.

"Well it looks like it was going to happen soon anyways." He refers to my cut up wrists.