Stay Close; A Carl Grimes Fanfiction

“Run! Run and don’t look back, Abigail!” I heard my mother shout, followed by a screams of what’s left of our camp. With tears streaming down my cheeks, I do as I was told, my gun in its holster, knife in hand. I run for as long as can, before stumbling over a particularly big rock, and tumble down a hill. I take a deep breath, and get up, before running into a biter. I scream and drop my knife, before seeing that I was surrounded. I burst into tears, before I feel the agonizing pain of a bite on my neck. “No, no!” I yell, before dropping to the ground.