The Youngest Greene (Carl Grimes fan fiction)

Chapter 20

Our clothes and shoes drip water all over the place, but who really cares. As we walk up the carpeted stairs I feel a little bad when I see that our shoes are making muddy foot prints all over the place. I walk into the girls room I was in before and shut the door behind me, as Carl walks down the hallway looking for clothes for him.

I strip off my wet clothes and pull out one of the dresser drawers, finding a pair of yoga shorts that look my size. I slip them on as well as a simple gray t-shirt. I walk over to the closet and sadly, don't find any jackets to wear in there.

I go into the bathroom that's connected to the girls room, and grab a towel out of the bathroom, getting one for Carl too. My hair is dripping wet, so I run the towel through my hair for a few minutes until it's only slightly damp. I look down at my watch to surprisingly see that it's past midnight. Time flys.

I walk down the hall to the room I saw Carl disappear into and hesitate for a second. The wood door is halfway open, but he could still be changing. I knock lightly on the door.

Carl appears in the doorway, his hair wet as well. I hand him the soft white towel from the bathroom to dry off.

"Thanks." He murmurs.

I walk across the soft white carpet and to the open closet doors. This room must have been the parents, with the large closet and more elegant room decor. Against the left wall is a large wooden dresser and and then on the wall you look straight at when you come in the door, there is a large king sized bed, with a white bedspread and different sized and shaped black and brown throw pillows on it. On the opposite wall is a flat screen t.v., with a cabinet underneath it with at least a hundred movies in it. These people had style.

"I think we should sleep here." Carl says jumping onto the bed and stretching out.

"If something happens there's no way out." I say, my reasoning for trying to sleep downstairs in the first place.

"What's gonna happen? All the doors are locked, and there's no way for walkers to no we're in here."

"I guess. Is the bed comfy?" I ask.

"Way more comfortable than any bed I've slept in for the past year."

"Ok." I finally agree. I walk into the massive closet, looking at the walls of clothes.

These people must have been rich. I can't find any jackets that look comfortable to sleep in, so I look at the small space of flannel shirts. I pull a red, grey, and pink one off the hanger, and slip it on.

"When I walk through the valley of the shadows. When I'm trapped in the middle of the battle, I will trust in you.
'Cause trouble comes but you never let it take me. I hold fast because I know you will save me." I sing softly in a clear voice.

It's kind of hard to see in here, the only light being the moonlight that is leaking through the small window. I'm dragging on the time until I go to sleep, although I'm pretty tired and I know I should sleep as much as I can, considering we're gonna be on the road for a long time. I feel kind of awkward after all that kissing. I don't know. I know I'm being stupid. I can do this. I take a deep breath.

"Do you actually believe in that?" Carl asks me.

"What?"

"What you were singing."

"Yes, I do. Sometimes I forget to trust
in God, because its rather hard. Like today for example." I say peaking my head around the door and swallowing hardly.

"If there was a God, why would he let this happen and let all these good people be killed?" Carl asks me, almost rudely.

"I can't really tell you that, but maybe we will know when we get to heaven." I say truthfully, but Carl doesn't seem satisfied. I walk out of the closet and to the end of the bed, laying my gun and knife down on the nightstand, which I picked up before.