CONTAINED [TWD Carl Grimes Gay Fanfic w/ OMC]

Chapter 1: Lucky Number Three

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"Would you just shut up for a second?!" I yell at her. This isn't good, they're going to hear us, dammit! We can't be arguing right now! I lower my voice to something just above a whisper. "You're gonna get us killed." The blood in my countless veins, still boiling with anger, partially because of her ignorance, but also because of my own stupidity. How could I have let this happen again...

"Well that makes two of us then!" She yells back, louder than before. Furiosity fills her eyes. If looks could kill, I'd be dead twenty times over right now.

I fail to remain calm and end up shouting at her again. "What should I have done then?! Get bitten?!" I can't believe that she's acting like this! After everything that's just happened! As if I meant for this to happen!

"If that would mean that we wouldn't be in this situation right now, then yes, gladly," she blurts out with a frown on her face. How could she say that? Not now...

"Well thanks, sis'," I bark back at her, rolling my eyes in the process.

I can't take this anymore! Ugh... This would be an appropriate moment to scream into a pillow until I'm calmed down like in those clichéd films she used to watch, but regrettably, we don't have time for that. We don't have any time at all and she just doesn't seem to realise that. She keeps on yelling until her throat hurts, peace at last... It's not even my fault! I mean... I did use my gun, yes – but I had no other choice... Had I? I'm not even sure if I want to know the answer, it's not going to help us get out of this shitpile of a farm house! It's not all just magically going to go away now! It's not going to br-... We were just looking for supplies... I was too late.

 I look at Alice and see that she's buried her face in her hands. I hear her sobbing softly into her palms, probably holding back tears. I can't blame her. The initial shock, and then the arguing... I couldn't feel it. But now... It's all my fault... My troath tightens and my eyes start watering as well. I lean my arms on the windowsill, hoping that it will help me carry the guilt, and close my eyes. I'm sorry mum and dad. I tried. I'm sorry. 

When I open my eyes again minutes later, I see little drops that have splat onto the floor, slowly sinking deep into the core of the wood. The sudden sound of Alice's feet sliding against the surface as she shuffles towards the bedroom make me snap back to reality. If only it wasn't.  

"Alice, you shouldn't have to see h-" I try to say, but only an inaudible mumble manages to escape from my mouth.

"Fuck." I whisper underneath my breath. With one swift kick I shove my right foot into the bit of wall underneath my window. Through the cill, I can feel the house jolt. It rumbles with the same furiosity as the thunder from last week, the same furiosity I saw in Alice's eyes not too long ago. The blow was probably painful, but I didn't feel a thing. It all fades in comparisson. These days, the times we live in now, it's all just one big cluster of pain. Everything we've been through for the past year, everything we've had to do... just to survive. It all just piles up. It's comforting in a way, you get used to it. It reassures you that you're still alive, but at the same time, it leaves you empty, numb to the little things; like stubbing your foot.

It must have attracted more of them, the gunshots, the shouting, the kick, whichever one it was. Before, it was just a sporadic tap and an occasional growl. One of them must've followed us on our way in. But it wasn't worth any of our attention. By the time we'd closed the curtains and finished scavenging on the ground floor, that one had already given up and the others were too far apart from him to be bothered by his theatrics. But somewhere along the line, he had come back and brought his friends with him. Now, the groans didn't seem to stop, and the battering made the windows shudder downstairs. After all this time, they still scare me.