CARL'S P.O.V
I heard those beautiful sounds. Gunshots, the bullet shells hitting the ground, crying. Pain.
What am I doing with myself? I'm not crazy...I'm not crazy...nobody thinks your crazy, Carl. You got me, I'm your friend.
I looked at myself in the cracked reflection of the mirror. My face was just shards, missing pieces.
I saw movement in the background of my appearance.
"Hey, Carl! What are you doing?" Paige asked as she walked up beside me, playing with my hair.
"Nothing...nothing at all..."
"What happened out there?"
"Oh, Elizabeth just killed her brother, no big deal..."
"What?!!? How'd he get in?"
"Changed his name...acted different..."
I walked away sitting on my bed, listening to the shuffles of feet.
"Um...Carl, what's this..?"
No...no... She bent down and picked up a piece of glass off the ground. Splotches of dried blood, covering the tip.
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The Walking Dead: Secrets
FanfictionThis is a play I have been writing in school, but I am changing it into a book. It is based off of The Walking Dead, but my version. Still, some of the characters, and others are just added in. A zombie apocalypse occurred and now a group of people...
