• Saved • (Carl Grimes)

Chapter 12: Playing With Hearts.

Chapter 12:

"I killed my first walker." She smiled.

Chloe walked up to the pair and nudged Carl to the side. "You've never killed a walker before?" She asked Rebecca surprised.

Her face went red due to embarrassment. "I've always had trouble...killing them."

Carl frowned, his mesmerising blue eyes staring down at her small frame. "It's not a big deal. God, I might as well get you a fucking medal so you can go brag to other survivors in the group about it." He snapped.

It was stupid but hurting Rebecca pleased Carl. He felt tough and controlling. He felt like more of an adult, a role he had learnt to undertake since the death of his mother, Lori Grimes.

He hated mentioning her name. It's like there was a voice constantly in the back of his head reminding him everyday, 'You killed her, it's all your fault! You're a monster.'

Maybe it was true. 'Maybe I am a monster,' he thought defeatedly.

Both girls stared at Carl in shock. 'How can one teenage boy have such huge mood swings,' Rebecca thought astonished.

"Am I the only one not getting what's up?" Chloe asked once Carl stomped his way upstairs. She twirled a strand of hair around her pointer finger, "Carl is acting super strange."

Automatically Rebecca agreed, "One minute he's caring and then the next he's rude. Are all guys like this, or are we just unluckily special?"

Chloe laughed, shaking her head. "Hayden isn't, I don't think he has a bad bone in his body. He's so sweet and lovely." She sighed happily, a blush tinting her cheeks a dark red.

They were cute. Rebecca wanted to awe out loud but she was too focused on Carls attitude problems to be awing at a cute, inseparable couple.

With a loud sigh Rebecca proceeded towards the rest of the group, grabbing a handful of jerky from out of a can-like container. From in the corner of her eye she saw Rick staring at her, a frown fresh on his stubble face.

It was obvious he didn't take a liking to her. The first day he was a completely different guy, he was nice and welcoming towards her, and then after two days the friendly attitude disappears and is replaced by hateful stares and large frowns? What did she do to make him act this way towards her?

If only she knew the answer.

She took a seat on the ground beside a guy with an odd looking moustache/beard. He gave her a quick glance and then went back to messing around with the ends of his red moustache.

Chloe sat beside her on the opposite side and took a bite out of her jerky. Rebecca copied her movements and took a bite out of her own, enjoying the taste of decent food.

Maggie made her way downstairs and towards the group, greeting everyone, including Rebecca, with a soft voice.

Rebecca stood up and dusted off her jeans. The tears in her eyes had demolished and the stains on her cheeks were barely noticeable.

Rebecca left Cookie with Chloe and met up with Maggie a few meters away from the group.

"Hey, I see you've found your little dog. I'm really happy for you." Maggie smiled, "You're really lucky."

Rebecca nodded, looking back at Cookie for a split second and then training her eyes back on Maggie. "I am," she answered, "but I couldn't have done it without your input. If you hadn't let me borrow your gun, Cookie would not be here with me and I would be in a puddle of my own tears. So thank you."