"Rick get in here! Now!" Dad called
"What! What! Is my boy ok?! Carl!" Rick screamed in confusion as he woke up in a daze and ran into the bed room.
"Hold him down!" Dad yelled to him
"DAD! MAKE IT STOP! IT HURTS! HELP!" Carl screamed as he squirmed on the bed.
"What?" I asked
Then I realized that Dad was taking out the first bullet peice from Carl's side. No pain killers. No medicines. Just blood and sweat. Poor kid.
"Rick! Now!" Dad yelled again
Rick walked over to the side of the bed and held Carl's neck and chest down. Dad and Particia worked on getting the bullet out.
"Maggy! His legs! Hold them down!" Dad yelled at me to do
I ran over to the end of the bed and held down Carls ankles. He screamed, cried and begged, but finally he pasted out from exhaustion. Dad got the bullet fragment out and we let Carl sleep.
"Rick. May I please talk to you." Dad asked walking into the hall
Patricia left the room to clean the pliar, so I was all alone in the room with Carl. I wanted to know what Dad and Rick were talking about so I leaned my ear against the door and made out some words
"Carl....hurt.....badly......help.....medical tools......school......get them......" But thats all I could hear. I thought about the very few words I made out.
After about 5 minutes of think I put it together. Dad was asking Rick to go the school and get the medical materials or else Carl may not make it. I didnt want Rick to leave Carl or this lady namef Lori I have been hearing about. So I opened the door and said
"Im going".
Dad and Rick looked at me with confusion and terror in their eyes.
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The Walking Dead: Survivors
ActionEverything was normal. My Dad working out in the farm. My sister and Mom with the Horses. My step brother and I making dinner and doing chores. Our neighbors coming over every Friday for drinks and games. That all changed, all of it. When the plague...
