Lost (Carl Grimes love story; Completed)

Chapter 1

I was running from at least 15 scratchers. Well trying to considering I sprained my ankle a few minutes ago. I was all out of ammo and I lost my knife that I keep in my pocket. It must of fell out when I was running for dear life. I had no protection whatsoever. They raided my tent while I was on a run, when I came back they started chasing me. I feel like giving up..... I've been limp/running for ten minutes now. I was now deep into the woods. I looked behind me and saw the scratchers still coming towards me. "Damn" I said through gridded teeth. Then I dropped on my knees, put my hands together, closed my eyes and started praying. I had enough time to pray since the walkers were at least 16 yards away. "Lord I've fought for too long... I feel like my time is up. I'm sorry I'm giving up, I just feel like I can't go on any longer. And if I die by my flesh being bit into and torn off so be it." I heard the moans getting louder indicating that they were getting closer. "I pray to you lord that-" I was cut off by gunshots going off and the sound of bodies hitting the ground. I look up at four men with guns, "Who are you" I asked the man holding my hands up in surrender.

"What, I don't get a thank you?"

"Um thank you?" I questioned. The men lowered their guns.

"Who are you?" I said firm. The man in front looked at my lifted foot. I was lifting my foot so I didn't fully stand on it, it was still in agonizing pain.

"Are you bit?" he asked. The three men behind him looked like they could kill me if they had to.

"No I think I sprained it, I fell while I was running from the scratchers."

The man in the front nodded "I'm Gareth"

"Elizabeth" I said eyeing him squinting because of the sunset peeking through the trees.

"Are you alone? Do you have a group?"

I shook my head. "Alone"

"Well I have a sanctuary, it's safe no biters, just people." He said smiling. I felt a bit uncomfortable with a mid-20 year old man staring at me, I'm only 15. I thought for a minute. I have no ammo, I lost my knife, no food, and a sprained ankle. My choices are very limited right now. "It's called Terminus" Gareth said.

"Okay I'll go" I said limping with the four men to the car.