Shiny Shotguns&Sharp Katanas

And If I Ever Let You Down...

"I'm sorry." I whispered.

•~•~•

It's been a while since Michonne got me out of the tower. Her and other members of our group are missing. And also, I'm not getting any better, though, it may seem like I am but I'm not. These giggles and smiles aren't true, they're false actions to make them feel like home again. Michonne hasn't said a word to anyone about anything, and lately my father and I haven't been very close. I've been back to working in the garden and keeping watch, things are back to normal, sorta. Just, one things missing. Cassandra. It was like I wasn't whole without her. Like she was apart of me and without her I might as well be a walker. This isn't me, or it is. Or I found myself and I'm finally the real Carl Grimes. But that would mean the real me was quiet and cold, like my whole life and self was just a endless dark tunnel. If I were to ever be okay again, it would be a cold day in hell. But there was this feeling I had. You know, how when you are in a dark alley, or are about to go to a great concert to see your idols live, you have this feeling that something good or bad will happen? Like you'll end up meeting your idol, or you'll get jumped and robbed in the alley by a gang. That's the feeling I had. I felt like something bad was going to happen, and it was going to happen soon because day after day the feeling got stronger and stronger. But yet, I also feel like something good will come along, too. At least some good will come along.

•~•~•

I ran through more brush and bushes. I was close, I could hear gunshots and walkers. I saw a clearing up ahead, the prison! I darted to the clearing and pounced to the ground allowing myself to fall, I was where the dirt road was that leads to the gates of the prison. But that's when I realized in how much pain I was really in. I look over at my arms to see that they were scratched up and bleeding kinda badly. My legs were aching and sore and also torn up a bit, my hair was a mess and my clothes were torn. I don't think I have ever been so sore in my life. The ground below me began to suddenly shake, and the sound on engines were heard, getting louder as they got closer. I look to my left and see a white truck speeding towards me, either I get the hell up before I become road kill or I become road kill! I quickly sat up and crawled away back into the woods. I run and watch as the truck speeds past me and huge tanks follow not far behind. As I watched this happen, only one person popped into my mind, 'The Govornor'

I had to go. I had to go now before the trucks and tanks attack them! I looked around until I got an idea to take the shortcut through the woods. I darted back into the woods, ignoring the pain. It took all the energy I had left to run back to the prison to save my family. I saw a clearing with bushes and trees in the way but I didn't care, I darted to it and ran through it getting deep cuts and bruises. I ran down to the prison gates and shook them. I saw nobody outside except Maggie, Glenn, and Carl. I tried screaming but nothing would come out. I had to, I need to do this. My vision began to blur, and I was losing my balance, I held on the gate to keep me on my feet. I gathered all the light I had left, and screamed.

"CARL!!"

Walkers hear me and began walking towards me, but I didn't care, it was the end for me and I knew it.

•~•~•

I missed Cass. I missed being able to hold we in my arms. I was keeping watch with Maggie and Gelmn, though I couldn't concentrate because my mind kept wondering off to Cass. Suddenly, I hear someone call my name.

"CARL!!"

It sounded a lot like Cass. I must be going insane. She's dead. I turned around to see I was wrong, there she was, bleeding and scratched up all over. Bruised and pale, it was Cassandra. I ran to the gates to let her in, but my father stopped me.

"What are you doing?! She's hurt!" I shouted.

But he didn't respond, he just kept looking in the fields. I turned around to see what he was so shocked about and saw that the Governor and his men were in tanks and trucks heading towards us. Before they got too close to the prison, they stopped and shut of the engines of the tanks and trucks. The governor stands and shouts.