𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝟐. carl grimes

15 - FRIENDS

Enid and I walk together side by side and believe it or not, we're actually talking to each other and exchanging a few smiles and small laughs. This is completely new to me. Well sure, there's Rosita, Tara, Maggie, Michonne and Sasha but talking to a girl my age is different.

"So how long have you and Ron been dating?" I asked, it was the next thing that came to my mind.

"Not long, just a few months after I got here." Enid replies as we walk. "How about you and Carl?"

I shrugged. "A week or so. Before Carl and I even started dating, we were best friends for years now."

"That must be nice," Enid states, making me look at her. "Having a best friend."

I nod with a small smile. "Yeah, it is."

"I never had a best friend." Enid says with no emotion.

She's never had a best friend? I feel bad for Enid but I don't say anything, I don't want her to feel embarrassed. Enid and I decided to stop walking and sit down on a log. We sat there in silence, catching our breaths.

"So..." I trailed off. "What's your story?"

Enid stays quiet and I was on the verge on dropping the conversation. "I was constantly on the road with my parents."

I think I already know what happened judging by the tone of her voice and the look on her face, but I let her continue. "We were doing fine on our own, just the three of us. Until... until it was just me."

I let the silence sit between us, not really knowing what to say. Enid looks at me, her blank expression now gone. It was just that look of hurt, of sorrow, grief.

"I watched them die in front of me." Enid tells me and my heart aches for her. "I could've helped them or done something, I tried. But they told me to stay in the car, and I did. Coward move, right?"

I can only imagine how scared she was when that happened. "You tried, Enid. They wanted you to live, to survive and that's what you did."

Enid shook her head and it's visible that she blames herself. "I still could've done something."

"It happened, Enid. There's nothing you can do about it anymore," I said in the most none mean way. "The only thing you can do now is live one life, for the three of you."

I didn't even realized how deep our conversation is until now. Enid nods with a sigh. "How 'bout you?"

She told her story, it's only fair to share mine. "Well what do you wanna know?"

She shrugged. "I've never seen your dad. Was it jusy you and your mom before all this?"

"No." I said. "It was me, mom, my dad... and my twin."

Enid's eyes landed on me with curiosity but I just continued. "Walkers got my dad, mom had to end him before he turns."

"What about your twin?" My gaze drops to the floor. There's no tears in my eyes, there's just... emptiness.

"There was a herd." I started. "We hid under the cars until the herd passed. Sophia got out first, but two walkers chased her."

In the corner of my eye, I saw Enid nod slowly. "Rick chased after her and hid her, but when he came back, she was gone. We all went looking for her for weeks, until we found her... dead."

I don't know what's more painful: watching your parents die in front of you as you try to do something but you can't, or watching your mom end your dad's misery, loosing your twin and having falls hope that she's still alive, but finding out in the end that she's dead. I guess they're just both painfully equal.