"What Are We?" I Whispered ... "We're Good Kids With Dark Sides"

I walked into the room. It gave off that certain feeling when you're watching a scary movie and that certain villain or killer was about to jump out. Except I was that person who was the killer. I clicked the lightbulb on and the room alighted with big, bright lights. I glanced at the bulbs and dust was floating all around it. I tapped the hard, concrete wall with my sharp fingernails and felt around for the button. I pushed it and the trap door flew open. A gross, mildew smell arose from the chamber with some scents of blood and decaying flesh. I blinked as it raised from the door. It groaned and I got my knife out. ~~~ 2nd book of "It's Called, "'Alexandria Safe-Zone.'" Some characters are not ours.

"Cat's acting so weird," Carl shook his head as we watched Catrina throw knives at the tree beside her house. Its been a week since Enid, Jamie and Catrina's incident. "She's starting to worry me," I said, biting my cheeks and knotting my eyebrows together. Jamie said nothing, she was deep in thought. "I should go talk to her," Carl got up from the swing on Catrina's porch and walked slowly over to Catrina. "Yeah, go ahead and baby your girlfriend. I'M THE ONE WHO GOT KICKED IN THE FACE A MILLION TIMES," Jamie muttered angrily. Maybe I wasn't supposed to hear that, but she sounded REALLY jealous. ------ Characters from The Walking Dead are not ours, just a couple of other characters. (: *TRIGGER WARNINGS EXTREME*