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You, Carl, and Enid all watch as a small group of walkers get attracted to Carl's sound trap.
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{No Pronouns}
"Are you almost finished with the contraption, Carl?"
The teenage boy brings his hand up, silently telling you to wait. You purse your lips and turn to Enid. "Why are we doing this again?", you exasperatingly ask. "Carl wants to see how fast walkers can move." You scrunch your face. "Uh, why?"
"Enid's wrong. I wanna use them as a game. We place bets on three separate walkers and the winner is whichever one reaches my 'contraption' -- as Y/N put it -- first."
Enid glances at you and smiles. "That's actually pretty cool."
You shrug your shoulders, already regretting agreeing to come on this trip. Carl continues working on his trap as Enid keeps an eye on the walkers. You sit on a nearby rock, pulling out your dagger and twirling it around.
"Okay. I think it's done."
"Freakin' finally. I think I've started growing some grey hairs."
"Hey now. You don't have to place a bet if you don't wanna, Y/N."
Carl raises his eyebrows at you, challenging you to say another snarky remark. You just roll your eyes in response, motioning your arms to the road in order to get him to set his 'toy'. Enid stands beside you as you both watch the one-eyed boy stealthily walk onto the road, setting his sound trap down and hurriedly scurrying back.
He looks at Enid once he arrives at a good spot against a tree, nodding and allowing her to crank the handmade lever that Carl had made. Almost immediately, the contraption on the street starts ringing, a high-pitched screech. You furrow your brow from the irritating noise, blinking your eyes rapidly.
"That is the most annoying--" You're interrupted by Enid lightly smacking your shoulder and pointing to the small group of four walkers shuffling towards the noise.
"I'm gonna bet on... no jaw, all the way on the left." You see her point to the farthest walker, who, indeed, is missing a jaw. Carl then nods his head to the middle walker; a woman whose hair is matted into a heap on top of her head. "She's my bet. What about you, Y/N? You only have two choices."
You look between the two walkers, noticing how the one missing its left arm is the farthest ahead. "I'm gonna go with Lefty over there, beside Carl's gal." The two teens inspect your choice, snickering softly once they realize why you called it Lefty.
For about minute, you three quietly cheer on your respective bets. Carl's walker tripped over its own foot, definitely coming in last, and Enid's walker is tied head to head with Lefty. The fourth walker that no one bet on gets distracted by a squirrel, walking in front of Lefty and causing him to stop walking.
"Oh, come on, you little shit! Are you kidding me?!"
Enid giggles silently, throwing her hands in the air once her walker makes it to the contraption first. "That was the cheapest race. It was rigged, I tell ya. Rigged!"
"Aw, you're just a sore loser."
Carl chuckles as he unsheathes his knife, casually making his way to the walkers, provoking you and Enid to do the same. He kills his walker, while you kill your own. Once Carl starts making his way to the walker that got distracted by the squirrel, you whistle, catching both his and the walkers attention.
"I got this son of a bitch. It took my win from me", you mutter, your eyes filled with mock rage as you gaze into the soulless eyes of the guilty walker. Once it's in reach, you kick its knee in, causing it to kneel, then shove your blade into its soft skull, easily pulling it back out.
