Found You

Remember

Carl~

"Dad, where are you?" I ask running out of the kitchen. "Your dad and Daryl went outside to look at the tire tracks of the truck that threw the girl out." Michonne tells me.

I run outside excitedly to tell my dad that I know the girl who had been thrown from the truck. "Dad, I know the girl lying there on that table, she was in my class when we were still able to go to school." I yell.

"Whats her name? Is she the same age as you? Who were her parents, do I know them?" My dad asks.

"Her name is Tristan, she is one day younger than me, and I have never seen her parents before." I say back, sort of thinking to my self that actually have never seen her parents. I actually didn't talk to much, no one ever really did. She was always very quiet and I'm guessing pretty clumsy, she always had bruises and a few scars. I remember she didn't come to school for about a week and when she came back both her left arm and left legs were broken and she had to were something around her stomach. Now that I think about it, maybe what she told us about her falling off her balcony was a lie.

"Rick, Daryl, Carl come inside quick," Glenn yells to us. We all run back to the house.

"She's waking up," Maggie whispers. "I think Carl should be the first one she sees, he does know her." Daryl tells everyone.

As her eyes flutter open she flinches a bit at the bright light. She whispers something ever-so-softly that no one can make out what she said. My dad walks up to her and asks her how she is doing, "I'm fine, what happened, the last thing I remember was my dad punched me in my rib cage and threw me out of our truck... then everything went black." she tells us. "He also scared off our deer," Daryl jokes. "My name is Tristan, I'm from Georgia, I..." she starts. "We know who you are," my dad steps in."My son here, has told us about you."

Long awkward silence.

"How do you know me?" she asks me, obviously not remembering me.

"The names Carl Grimes." I remind her. She takes a second look at me. "I remember you, you were that really annoying kid in my class, who sat behind me and always kicked my chair, your're the one that put sticky tack in my hair, your're the kid that spilled soup all over my desk and backpack." she said, seeming to remember me, in not such good ways. Everyone looked at me in shock, even my dad. They all started to chuckle, "Damn kid, you were a bad ass," Daryl piped in, they all laughed harder. Even Tristan giggled slightly.

"Well I don't remember things quite like that, you threatened to slap me with my ruler." I say. "That was my ruler, and you stole it. I had a rock in my desk I could have thrown at you, even harder." she snaps back. "You guys are so childish," Michonne says. "That's because we were in grade three when this happened," Tristan says back.

"Tristan, do you have any weapons on you?" My dad asks slowly helping her to her feet. "If so just take them out and set them on the table." He points to the table she was just lying on. I was very surprised when she pulled out a knife just like mine, a small gun with barely an amo left, and a baseball bat from her backpack. "Whoa," I say. My dad takes them off the table. "Hey, what are you doing, those are mine," she asks him. "I'm just holding onto them for now." He replies. "Don't try anything stupid, got it?" He asks her. "Got it," she says.

Hey guys, hope you enjoyed this part. As you can probably tell I'm making this from a point where the apocalypse didn't start when they were seven, like in the show. In this book it started when they were in about grade six or seven. Now they are roughly 14 or 15 years old. Anyway I love writing this and I hope like reading it.

~Jordan