Wings of freedom (CarlXReader)

"Dad... No, please, don't!"

"Don't worry, sweetheart. Don't panic. It's just a little syringe. It won't hurt, you won't even feel anything. No pain, alright?"

I nodded slowly, hesitant. My dad just sighed, as if a bolder as been lifted from his tenses shoulders. Anyhow, his look still seemed sad and distant. I understood him since my mom died not long ago, being bit by one of these degusting creatures that my family called zombies.

Without waiting anymore, he lifted my sleeves and approached the syringe to my arm. Soon enough, it pierced my skin. I almost didn't feel anything at first, but after a few seconds, the liquid slowly entered in my veins. I could feel it all the way and it burned. It hurt so bad that my eyes flowed with tears that I couldn't contain anymore.

"It's almost done," said my father on a tone of apology.

I wanted to say something, but my tears muffled my voice. I realized, surprised, that my father was crying too.

"I love you, [Y/N], don't ever forget that" I heard him say.

Black dots soon sparkled my vision as I slowly felt myself drawing into unconsciousness.