𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋𝐒 |-/ rarl

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WATCH OUT!

it's all carl hears before a bomb explode near him, he throws his own body to the ground and let go of the gun he was holding. everything was confusing, one minute it was a nice calm day and another the saviors reach alexandria with an army ready to put everything down.

the young grimes feels his right knee hurts, he's sure it's because of the fall. he crawls a few meters trying to reach the weapon he just dropped; when the tip of his fingers touch the iron, a heavy boot steps on his hand, smashing his fingers so he cries out loud in pain, swearing when he looks up to find the carbine pointing at him. right against his face.

fuck, fuck, FUCK!

he closes his eye ready to die, that one was going to be an easy kill, right shot. at least, with his brain spread on the ground, he wouldn't turn and nobody would have to put him down. before opening his eye carl hears a sound of gunshot, but it didn't hit him. not his head at least, but his shoulder burns. he opens his eye to find the savior on the ground, head bleeding with a deep wound on his forehead; in front of the grimes, the last anderson alive carries a rifle. he shots the man and watches him die while his blood spreads over carl's face, hair and clothes.

"c'mon, let's go!" ron announces grabbing carl's arm and lifting him up. carl leans against him and limps all the way to the basement of the house the andersons used to live. ron closes the windows and lock the doors. "it's ok, you're gonna be fine, let me take care of it." he points at carl's bleeding arm, just then the brunette feels pain and dizziness for all the blood draining off.

oh, god.

he didn't want to die that way, locked in a basement with the sordid despicable ron anderson. he also didn't want his help, but needed it otherwise he was dead.

ron pointed to an old table made of wood and told him to lay there and take off his shirt. carl lied above the wood but refused to take his clothes off, he ripped the flannel shirt instead. the bullet was still there, partially inside his flesh. it was painful. ron came with a bunch of remedials and pliers.

"i don't have any anesthesia, so it's gonna hurt as hell" he stretched the grimes' arm over the table and warned: "don't be a pussy."

carl closed his eye and screamed when the pliers started to push the bullet, he didn't knew a human being could feel this much pain and still survive. when ron took it off completely carl had already passed out in pain.

well, easier to work, he thought to himself.

he couldn't see the entire wound with the sleeve on the way; he tried to rip it but it didn't work well, so he had to open it quickly and, for his surprise, carl already had bandages on his body, they were covering his pectoral, it seemed tight. there was a kind of a lift there, yet the blonde tried to ignore it. he threw of the shirt and dealt with the hole the bullet left. it was hard not to keep his eyes on carl's bands, ron didn't remember seeing anything like that. what was it for? what where they covering?

turned out the grimes had a lot more secrets under his soft pale skin than ron could ever think.