Love Like This (Carl Grimes Love Story)

Chapter 1

Carl's POV

You have to be strong. Don't let this world spoil you.

My mothers quiet and fear filled words impel my brain like a bullet. They shoot through and hit a spot that no other can reach. And as the bullet fragments spread through my brain, so do her words, making me weaker and my demons back down slowly.

If it feels wrong, don't do it. If it feels easy, don't do it.

Another guilt risen lump comes to my throat as I look into the dirty window. The house we were scoping looked as if it were a couple hundred years old. There was mold climbing up the sides, the gutters were falling off and leaves came over their edges. The dead bolt on the door, I'm not even sure if they make them anymore.

My sweet boy. You're the best thing I've ever done,

I screw my eyes shut and think if the many ways I have let my mother down. I did the exact opposite of what she told me. She told me to be brave and strong, but instead I became this. Weak and scared, the demons that posses my body have a mind of their own. If only I had the nice and sweet nature of my mother. She was to good, but God still cupped her frail body in his hands and took the only thing that made her human; her soul.

And I love you.

Her words were soft, but you could still tell that she was scared out of her mind. Her just imagining the sharp metal running across her stomach and the red goo that took the place of her ivory skin. She was terrified, terrified of falling from the hands of God, her soul be taken into the hands of the dead and her becoming one of them.

"Come on, kid." A hard slap went to my back from the tempered redneck. His face was hard as he pointed forward to the door that held all the flesh eating beast back.

"There are only a few in there. I can hear them moving." Glenn lifted his head from the door and gave a short glance to my dad. Rolling my eyes at his stupidity I took out the one thing that has gotten me through. It's handle was becoming weak from use and the blades shininess was no longer there. Instead it was a sickening pink from the stain of walkers blood. It was there to remind me that I am no longer pure. I am no longer the sweet boy my mother thought of me as. I am the devil in person, I may not have a pitch fork or horns, but the devil is beautiful in a way. He can take all shapes and sizes, and in this case, he's taking the shape of a lost boy.

Holding the knife at my side I slid past the people in our small group. My body was stiff as I neared the door, the black paint was chipping off and only one of the hinges were actually attached to the door.

"Carl!" My father snapped. I stopped in my place and drew in an annoyed breath.

"What?" I cranked my head back so I could see his tired face. He rubbed his temple as the three other members talked quietly amongst themselves.

"Please, wait for us." His voice was begging me to listen. I had been on a war path lately, not listening to a thing anyone said. You could tell from the purple bags under his eyes and the small wrinkles in his forehead that he was tired, but that couldn't compare to his mental state. He was tired of all of my shit, and he was tired of my attitude. He just wanted his son back, but I'm afraid that wasn't going to happen.

"I don't have time for this." I scoff. I turn my body so I'm walking to the side of the old house. The twigs crack under my feet as I take large strides to the back. The leaves that scattered the ground told me that we were getting closer and closer to winter. We would have to find coats, new shoes, and thick blankets for Judy. There was no source for heat, other than our own bodies pressed against each other.

I raise my hand to the back window and wipe the piled dirt clean. The dust flew off and littered the air within a two foot radius, causing me to lightly cough. Lifting my head up, I could see no movement in the room. Just the stuff from the people before was all that was left, basically just a bed and a few dressers.

Using my hands I started to push the window up. It was stiff and didn't move easily against the wood as it slid past, but with a little force it opened to it's max.

I reached my hands in and grabbed whatever was closer and started to pull my body up. My knife dropped to the wooden floors below leaving a clank to fill the quiet area.

"Shit." I cursed as I shrunk back from the noise. A shuffle came from the other room as I froze. It was dead silent now as whatever it was stopped moving and became one with the house.

I put my feet on the side of the house and started to push up, using my arms to pull at the same time so I could shimmy into the small window. My body flipped onto the floor with a loud smack, a groan left my lips as the impact sinks in.

I reach up and grab my knife, quickly tucking it into my belt and grabbing my gun. The silencer on the end was all the better.

Standing to my feet I gave the room one last look before creeping to the door. A shadow falls from the other side, it's small figure moves past the door slowly having no thought of the thing making noise being in here.

That's when it hit me, it's a person. A living, breathing, talking person. They could be male or female. Fat or skinny. They could be as evil as I or as nice as Judy when she wakes from her naps. The point is, I'll never know until I leave this room.

Slowly reaching out I clasp the cold doorknob in my hand. It's coldness sends a shiver up my spine and cool blood to flow throughout my body. As I turn it, it almost clicks from being moved so slow. Each time I put a little more pressure but it's as if the noise gets louder. Giving a small tug the door doesn't budge. I try again, but again it doesn't move, almost like it's been glued shut so no one can get through. It's like the person on the other side of the door new what they were doing.

With my left hand clenching the knob and my right on the door frame, I gave one last tug. This time, the door opened a crack. It was just enough so I could see what was coming from the opposite direction, but I pulled more. The door let out a small hiss as it's hedges beg for mercy.

I slide past it and into the hall. Dirt was littered on the floor and up the walls. Small bloody footprints led to all directions of the house. And papers were thrown to the floor. Some black and white pictures were on the wall from the previous owners, their straight faces resemble everyone's to this day. No one has a smile that reaches their eyes anymore.

I lift my weapon so it's at an angle where I can see down the barrel. I start to follow in the steps that the mysterious shadow drifted to. My steps were silent as I take one by one, the air was tense as I met the first corner.

I leaned against the wall as I listened for any sign of the passer. This quiet made me edgy, the hair on the back of my neck stand and my palms sweaty. But it was something that had to be done.

Taking in a sharp breath I turned the corner quickly. Before I could let out the breath I drew there was a pistol staring at my forehead. The girl holding it had wide eyes that were a gorgeous green, almost like grass in the spring. Her hair was blonde with some tangles in it, but other pieces fell in loose curves to her stomach. She had that perfect hourglass shape that all the girls wanted. Her hight was just a little shorter than mine, she came to about my nose.

She gulped as she stared into my dead blue eyes. She looked full of fear as she moved her fingers along the gun. She opened her mouth and licked her lips before bringing in a breath.

"Freeze."

A/N

Okay! Things are gonna start to get interesting. If you have ideas that you want to tell me about, please do. I'll take them into consideration and maybe write about in this book!

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-Melinda