The Youngest Greene (Carl Grimes fan fiction)

Chapter 33

"What are you doing?" Daryl says, stopping Carl from walking out the door after the kid who stole our weapons.

"He doesn't get to get away with this." Carl says, pulling Daryl's hand off his shoulders and going out the door.

I sigh and I follow after him.

Carl and I subtly follow the kid, ducking behind buildings and avoiding walkers while Daryl follows behind us.
I start to realize that we are not in a town like I originally thought, but a city. That scares me.

We sneak into a building behind the kid, hiding behind doors. And then we lose him and I don't see Daryl anywhere.

There is a large crash from the other room and the two of us dash to the doorway. The kid is pinned under a bookcase with walkers almost getting to him and growling. Daryl tipped it over on him.

"Help me! Please help me!" He cries. We re-collect our weapons and I know I can't leave him here.

"Help me." I instruct Daryl and Carl, going over to one corner of the bookshelf.

They both watch me, neither one of them moving an inch.

"We can't leave him here!" I shout at him. "He's still a person!"

"You're out of your damn mind." Daryl says, shaking his head at me, but then he gets the other corner and we lift the bookcase off him, effectively blocking the walkers off.

"What's your name?" I ask, pointing my gun at him just in case.

"Noah." Noah stammers, holding his hands up in the air.

"We have a group. You can come with us." I offer.

"Anna!" Carl protests.

I know I shouldn't trust a stranger so easily, but something about his eyes tells me he's harmless. I give Carl a look and he comes to stand beside me instead of putting up any further protest.

It's decided that he will come with us. We walk out of the building and no one sees the car coming. And then everything is black.

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It feels like days have passed when I open my eyes. I quickly take in my surroundings. I'm in a hospital room? Everything is clean. White and clean and slightly fuzzy.

I sit up quickly and regret it because if the major head rush. I bring my hand up to my head to see and I.V. attached to my wrist, which I quickly detach.

I timidly place my feet on the floor and stand up. I'm wobbly on my legs, indicating that I've been out for a while.

I grab a shot needle off the table, the only weapon around at the moment. I'm dressed in a hospital gown, no sign of my clothes or weapons anywhere.

I walk over to the window and look several stories down at the deserted city. I've never been this far into the city since everything happened. This hospital, which is where I'm assuming
is where I am, is in the very heart of the city.

The door knob starts twisting and I dart behind the door, gripping the needle in my hand.

The door swings open and I pounce. I pin a guy in a white jacket down to the ground and hold the needle up to his neck. I push the door shut with my foot.

"Where am I?" I bark, my voice raspy.

"Please drop the needle and we will talk about this." The man says.

"You're not in the position to be telling me what to do. Tell me where I am!" I say, twisting his wrist slightly.

"Ok ok!" He says and I take some of the pressure off his wrist. "You're at Grady Memorial Hospital. I'm Dr. Edwards and I take care of the patients here."