𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙠 ↠ 𝘤.𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴

35: Welcome to the Tombs

Everyone was preparing for the war. They had a plan to end this once and for all, and they were sure it would work. It involved smoke bombs, riot gear, and luring Woodbury in by making them think they left. While the adults prepared their weapons and set up the bombs, Carl, Elle, Sky, and Cody packed everyone's stuff up. They lugged the bags outside and into the trunk of the green Hyundai. Carl was upset that his father wouldn't let him stay and help fight, but Rick knew what was best and stood by his decision.

Carl's P.O.V.

I practically threw the bag in the car before storming back inside. My dad doesn't think I'm old enough to stay and fight? Well that's bullshit. I watched as Elle helped Sky put a heavy crate in the car as well. I felt a tap on my shoulder and turned to see Cody, one of Elle's older brothers.

"We should talk," He started with a smirk. The boy lead me over to the tables where nobody was. "I've seen the way you look at my sister. We all have." My face turned a little red. "I don't have a problem with it, Jack either. Just don't do anything stupid, she does hold a grudge. She's probably still pissed at our parents, and their dead!" He joked. I let out a small laugh, knowing that was probably true. "Seriously though, just don't give her a reason to be pissed and you'll be fine." He said walking away. I will remember that, I just don't know if Elle feels the same way about me that I do her. But I'm not gonna ask, that's embarrassing.

We had finished loading the car and everyone hugged their loved ones. I hugged my dad even though I was still mad that he wouldn't let me fight, but Glenn and Jack told Elle she has to come in the woods with us as well. Hershel got in the driver's seat, Beth holding Judith in the passenger seat, me Elle and Sky in the back. We started driving down the hill, Carol and Maggie opening the gate for us.

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We covered the car in dead leaves and shrubs to make it look like a bush from a distance. Judith was sleeping so Beth stayed in the car to assure she stayed that way, while the rest of us were keeping watch.

It was quiet for a few minutes, but then we heard the rumbling of Woodburys' loud vehicles. "It's happening." Sky muttered.

"We'll be just fine," Elle said. She turned to me "All of us." I nodded in agreement. As much as I wanted to be back there, fighting, I knew they would be okay. My concern was gaurding our stuff. We could hear the faint explosions of the gas cans, the shouting from the soldiers of Woodbury, the gun fire Glenn and Maggie opened on them. We were going to win this. We listened to the faint ruckus for a few minutes before the familiar rumbling of the trucks grew further and further away. We all exchanged smiles knowing we had just won. Sky got in the car first, leaving the door open for me and Elle. Elle was about to climb in when there was a rustling noise.

"Those aren't walker's footsteps." She announced. Sure enough, she was right. Two boys stood before us. One our age with dark hair, the other more around Beth's age, with a beanie on.

"Put the guns down boys." Hershel told them. They nodded, afraid as Elle and I had our guns pointed at them. They held out their guns and Elle reached for them. Without thinking thoroughly, I pulled the trigger on the older boy. His body fell limp to the ground. Elle looked back at me like I was crazy.

"Carl, what the hell?" She asked. I didn't care though. I aimed my gun at the other boy, but she stood in front of him, blocking him. Why? "Carl, don't do it. They're giving up their guns," She paused. "Well, only he is now." I rolled my eyes and dropped my gun and picked up the boys. Elle grabbed the living boys gun, tossing it to Hershel before twisting his arms, behind his back. The boy let out a groan of pain. "Good." She said before zip tying his hands.

She pushed him into the car and got in herself. I got in last and closed the door as Hershel started the car. As we made our way back, Elle refused to look at me. She doesn't understand what I did. Yeah, the kid was handing his gun over, but if I tell my dad he was going to pull the trigger, he would think I did the right thing.