The Walking Dead Season 3

Chapter 12

The next day, we begin packing up. I shove my things into my pack, double checking for anything else. I pull out a sheet of paper.

It's a worn, faded picture of me, Sage, and my parents at the beach.

I fold it back up, shoving it into my pocket. I strap my pack onto my back before heading out.

"Carl," Rick says, grasping his arm. Carl yanks away, ignoring him.

Rick isn't letting me stay behind and fight. I'm a little glad. Carl pulls me over with him, clearly stating that I am going with him. Rick opens his mouth to tell me something, but Carl silences him with a glare.

We get set up, and no sooner than we do, trucks pull up. They explode the guard towers, and hop down. The truck drives up, busting through the fence. Thy yank open the gate, and disappear inside.

Shots begin to sound, and everyone runs.

"I should be there." Carl says coldly. I stare at him.

They drive off.

We did it.

A young teenager with a gun comes upon us. We cock our gun, and he stops. "Woah, don't shoot!" He cries. "Drop the weapon, son." Hershel commands. "Sure,"the boy says, holding it out.

Carl shoots him. My eyes widen, and I back away.

We enter the prison. I walk back to the cell. I sling my bag onto the bunk, climbing up.

"That was pretty awesome." Carl says, walking in.

"What was? Killing the boy?" I ask. He looks up. "What is your problem? He drew on us." He snaps.

I hop down. "My problem? You killing the boy. He was surrendering, Carl, and you know it. So don't try to convince us you did it for defense." I snap before walking out.

"I did what I had to do!" He shouts after me, his voice echoing through the prison.

"You keep on telling yourself that, Carl, because no one believes you." I mutter.

The next day, at dawn, Rick, Daryl, and Michonnie come back, followed by a bus.

It's Woodbury's people.

They get off, looking terrified, and walk into the prison. I guide them to the empty cells, asking of everyone is ok. A few catch my eyes. A little boy with curly brown hair, two girls with blond hair, a girl with dark brown hair.

I walk out. "They're getting settled." I say, and Rick nods.

I wonder how this will work out.