Chapter 1~Carl's POV
"A'right Carl, up we get. We gotta' go on a supply run," Daryl says as he enters my cell.
"Uh…K," I reply, still half asleep. That's our second supply run in about five days; we really are running low, again. I get up sleepily out of my bed and stretch my arms up and yawn. I put on a shirt and grab my hat and gun, walk out of the cell and follow Daryl down and out of the prison. With us follows Michonne, Carol and Glenn. We all hop into one car and drive out of the prison, I wave goodbye to my dad as he pulls the gates shut.
Michonne and Daryl start chatting to each other, holding up maps and figuring out where to go. Carol and Glenn start talking about the children, how they're holding up and also about Maggie and Beth. According to Carol they recently got into a heated argument about how we all have a job and we all have to do those jobs.
After a while the car stops and we all jump out, scanning the area for walkers, but we see none. First we go into a little General store; in there we kill three walkers. One was the manager of the store, his badge still clipped on. We grab the supplies needed and head on down the street to find a row of houses, Daryl and Carol go into one and Michonne, Glenn and I into another. We search around the kitchen, upstairs bedrooms and the living room, when I enter the dining room I notice piles and piles of food and supplies sitting on the table, with duffle bags lying around on the ground filled with stuff too.
"Michonne, Glenn, I found something," I shout, and they quickly run into the room. Glenn starts taking the duffle bags while Michonne hesitates for a minute, then she decides to help.
"We can't just take it? No one would just leave this stuff here for anyone to nick off with!" I say.
"Well th- Glenn gets cut off by a growling noise, a walker.
It enters into the room, half its arm already chopped off and as it shuffles it groans loudly. Its tatted clothes moulded into the rotten flesh and the stench grows stronger, but I was so used to it that I barely noticed it. In one instant Michonne whips her sword out, cutting through its neck. The head falls to the ground with a thud while blood spewed out of its neck, then the body falls to the floor. Its head still chomping its jaw up and down made it seem more unreal, but Michonne quickly puts it out of its misery by stabbing it through the top of its head.
"Lovely," I mutter under my breath.
"See, if there was a walker in here that means these people are long gone," Glenn says.
I start hearing faint scraping noises, then shuffles coming from a door at the end of the hallway. I make my way down there, cautiously and hear the noises more loudly. I push the door open slightly and see light coming through but it wasn't very bright and a dark, grubby stair case stood in front of me, leading down into the basement.
"There's a light, but it's not very bright and it seems to be flickering. I think it might be a fire or an oil lamp," I say, opening the door wider so the others could see. "I'm going to go check it out," I whisper as I make my way down the staircase. "Carl!" Glenn whispers loudly, "Here," he says as he chucks me a torch. I catch it just before it drops to the ground and whisper back a thank you. I then continue my way down the staircase and into the dark abyss; I spot the fire not too far away. It was, in fact, an oil lamp but it was growing weak. I flick on my torch and shine it around the room; I see nothing until my light hits a body. The body was sitting upright and I could only just see it breathing. I walk closer to it keeping my light on its face. The head slowly lifts up and I see her face, a girl with long messed up hair. Her face looked drained and tired like she hadn't slept in weeks. She looked very pale and thin. Suddenly, she raises her hands up to block the light from her eyes.
"Hello?" I call to her, not too loudly.
She coughs and manages to whisper out a 'hey'.
"Are you bitten?" I ask, in reply she shakes her head. So I walk up to her and lift her up, but she can barely walk so I tell her to hop on my back. She does and I carry her up the stairs and see Glenn, Daryl, Carol and Michonne's shocked faces.
I set her down on the couch in the living room while the adults go into the other room, discussing whether or not we should take her back. They asked me to check for bites.
"Sorry, but I have to check…Everywhere…" I mumble. She nods and takes off her shirt, I quickly close my eyes but she says it's okay, and that she understands. I then proceed to check everywhere and find no bites. I then notice a scar on her wrist, she says it was nothing and that it happened ages ago and if it really was a bite it wouldn't be as simple and none gross looking. Besides the scar had healed over and she had no sign of a fever.
"Alright, all good," I say, looking at her face. Her dirty blonde hair fell around her face, all messy and knotty. Her eyes had dark circles underneath them and she could barely keep her eyes open. I could only just make out the colour of her eyes, green. She had a grubby face too.
"What?" she asks, raising an eyebrow.
"Oh, uh, n-nothing," I reply, stuttering a little.
She looks at me as though she isn't convinced in the slightest.
"I was just noticing how…dead you look," I say.
"Oh. Well, I haven't eaten for a while… and…" she glances down at her wrist, "I haven't slept either,"
"Yeah, I could kind of tell," I mumble, noticing how long the adults were taking.
"So, what are those other people doing? Deciding whether they should take me in? Or maybe just kill me and take my supplies…" she says, obviously irritated.
I laugh, dryly, and actually start to consider if they'd actually do that, would they? I would never think they would but…Survival has become everyone's top priority now. She has so much stuff, ranging from weapons to food, why does she look so ill then? Was she saving it bit by bit? But she even admitted that she hadn't eaten at all…
I look up at her, shifting my position a bit, "You have a lot of stuff…How come you don't use it?" I ask.
"I thought you might ask that, I was trapped down in that basement for a long time…" she says her eyes showing how little she was really there. "I grew too weak, so I couldn't get up the stairs myself," she continues.
She coughs a little and starts to dry heave, I panic, is she ill? "A-are you okay?" I say, I know it was a pathetic thing to ask but I had no clue what to do.
"It's- it's okay, I'm fine. I'm sick from not having enough food." She says.
Oh, of course.
Michonne, Daryl, Glenn and Carol all walk in the room, eyeing the girl.
"What's your name?" Carol asks, worriedly.
"Madison," she replies. "Or just Maddy,"
"We've decided that you gonna come with us, we can't just leave you here but it's not up to us if you can stay at our place," Daryl says, packing his bag up. "Hope you don't mind, but we've packed all your supplies in the car," and then he walks off with Glenn and Carol following.
"You'll be fine, I'm sure Rick will accept you," Michonne says and then she follows the others.
She looks at me, worriedly. "I'll make sure they don't just take your stuff and dump you somewhere random, okay? I'm sure my Dad will make the right decision. By the way, the name's Carl,"
Maddy's POV
Carl looked around my age, but I wasn't too sure. For some reason though, his eyes showed me that I could trust him. So I decided too.
"Thanks Carl, I appreciate it. Could you do me a favour though?" I ask, sweetly.
"Yeah sure, what do you want me to do?" he asks.
"Could you carry me to the car?" I laugh, and so he says, "Sure,"
A/N; Hope you all liked my 'The Walking Dead' FANFICTION :) I would really love it if you could leave a review since this is my first fanfiction that I've ever written. I have around 10 chapters already written but I'm not posting them all at once, so please tell me what you think because I REALLY want to know ! xx