The Youngest Greene (Carl Grimes fan fiction)

Chapter 21

I watch as three different walkers with seriously decayed faces stumble out of the woods. I pull my knife out instantly and stand up, walking away from the campfire and towards them so they don't get anywhere near the piles of sleeping people.

I make a quick little whistling sound with my mouth, trying to signal to Louis to get up and help me. I volunteered to take watch first after much arguing with Carl, and then Louis volunteered as well.

Louis hasn't exactly been much help so far. Basically not paying attention at all to anything dangerous and more paying attention to me.

My knife enters the first walkers head as it lets out a loud growl and snaps it's teeth at me. I shove it's body backwards with my foot and the knife releases.

"Louis!" I hiss at him.

The remaining two walkers come straight at me in a line, knocking me over and them both piling on top of me. I try not to be loud, but I can't help it. No one can when they feel like they're at the face of death.

"Carl!" I yell. "Carl!"

The walker closest to me, an old man that surprisingly still has a long white beard and the rest of his face is decayed, snaps his teeth down on the shoulder of the thick jacket Carl had insisted I wear to keep me warm, and I lose it. I scream at the top of my lungs, and then someone shoots the walkers on top of me and throws them off of me. Carl.

"Are you ok?" Carl asks helping me get to my feet.

"It bit me." I say biting my lip.

Carl notices the huge chunk of jacket missing from my shoulder.

"Oh my god." Carl says.

I notice Morales standing behind me with his gun, watching us with worry.

Carl helps me carefully peel off the jacket, and he examines my arm. I squeeze my eyes shut for a second not wanting to see, but after a second I decide to be brave and open my eyes.

My arm looks normal, my skin just slightly opened where it bit me.

"Do you think that's big enough to get infected?" I ask trying to remain calm.

"Maybe not." Morales says picking my arm up with his warm hands so he can see it better. "It's so little, that maybe you will be ok."

"Why didn't Louis help you?" Carl says suddenly and angrily.

"I don't know. I called him once and told him to come help me but he didn't."

Morales races back over to the campfire, where the other three members of the Morales family are now all awake and sitting cautiously.

"Louis why weren't you helping Anna?!" Morales roars.

"I fell asleep." Louis says shrugging.

"You little shit! She could die now because of you!" Carl says getting in his face.

"Carl stop." I say calmly and pull Carl back and wrap my arm around his waist so we're standing facing each other.

"What's wrong?" Miranda asks me.

"Two walkers tackled me and one bit me through my coat. It didn't get very deep, but I don't know." I say holding my arm out to her so she can see.

"We should disinfect that. I have a first aid kit." Miranda says starting to dig through one of there bags.

"Louis, what do you have to say for yourself?" Morales says angrily.

Louis just shrugs. I can tell Morales is about to tell at him more, but he's stopped by a loud growling sound.

All of us turn around to face the sound only to see about 200 walkers stumbling through the woods. Ok, not good. Without a word we all pick up our bags from the ground and run for our lives.

Carl grabs my hand in his, leading me through the woods as various walkers stumble after us.

Our breathing is loud already as we move our feet as fast as we possibly can, making loud crunching foot steps.

Walkers come at us from the opposite direction as well, and I've lost all sight of the Morales.

We run for what feels like hours, but walkers are still behind us. We're probably completely off track with the route to the warehouse now.

We break through the woods and onto the road where there is a small car. Carl opens the trunk, signaling for me to climb in. I do as quickly as I can, and he climbs in after me, leaving the trunk slightly ajar so we're not trapped.

I listen as what sounds like thousands of walkers pass by us. When the growling stops, I let out my breath that I've been holding.

We wait for a long time before speaking.

"We should sleep in here." Carl whispers quietly. "It's to dark out to walk around."

I nod my head against his arm.

"You sleep and I'll keep watch." Carl says.

"Ok." I say softly. I'm a little worried about falling asleep in such a small space with him. What if the scratch is deep enough and I turn? I decide not to voice my opinion. I'm not dying. It's just not happening.

I shut my eyes and try to make myself comfortable, but let's be honest, two people crammed into a car trunk with no reassurance of safety is not a comfortable way to sleep.