" you take upsatirs, ill take downstairs." daryl said to me, heading through the front door, cross bow aimed. i pulled out my gun and headed in. it was a big house, and seemed generally clean. i slowly climbed the stairs, constantly looking around. when i got to the top i headed into the first room to my left. score! this room must have belonged to a teenage guy, maybe my age. the room was filled with comics and clothes. i searched around until i had some clothes that would fit me. i tried the on. perfect. black and white short sleved raglan, black skinny jeans and black steel toe capped boots, i smiled to myself, adjusting my hat. the world may have gone to shit, but i was Carl Grimes, i was still gonna look cool.
three bagfuls of food and other supplies later, daryl decided it was time to go. he started up the bike and i hopped on the back. he was just about to ride off when a girl appeared infront of us. she looked my age. she was relitiavly skinny, had blonde hair that came mid way down her back, she had a side fringe. i slowely got off the bike and walked towards her. she pulled out a knife. "hey," i said, edging closer " cool it, were good, i promise. whats your name?" "Emily." she said, slowely lowering her knife "Well, Emily, i'm Carl and this is daryl." i told her, gesturing to daryl who was still on the bike. "Are you alone?" i asked, she nodded, slipping her knife back into her belt. "well we have a camp, if you want to come?" her eyes lit up, she nodded enthusiastically, and took my outstretched hand, i lead her to the bike and we climbed on. daryl started it up again and we drove off. back to the prison.
