Hello guys and girls. this story is dedicated to a good friend of mine called, guess who?, Bella. She always wanted a Carla FanFic.

So yeah, hope you enjoy. Constructive criticism ONLY. Can we hit 10 followers?^.^

Disclaimer: I own nothing, except Bella, sorry Bella.

Carl's P.O.V.

"WALKER" someone shouted.

Carl immediately shot straight upwards, slamming his head into the bookshelf above him.

" Uhnnn" he moaned, as pain shot through his skull, making him grit his jumped down from the bundled up pile of blankets that functioned as a makeshift mattress. Grabbing his two foot long shortsword, or, as Daryl called it, Lil' Stabbie. He rocketed through the long, winding hallways that he, temporarily, called home. He jumped through the window, mentally preparing himself for the three foot drop down that he was most definetly going to regret. When he hit the ground, he tried to do a rolling landing, but it just made him hit the ground harder. He cried out in pain, but then with a few awkward glances from Sasha and Beth, he pulled himself together." What?" He asked. " Doors are for chumps!"

He pushed through the crowd to see what was going on. He looked ahead to see what the commotion was all about. He frowned.

" Just one?" He spoke out, over the chorused yelling of the crowd.

" Yeah, but it moves really weird, keeps on trippin n fallin" Abraham answered.

" So?" Carl snapped back.

" So, we ain't killin it till we know what's wrong with it" Was the answer Carl received from the big guy.

" I'm gonna go check it out" Carl spoke, but he was already on the move. He ran at it with his knife in hand. As he was running, he saw something that made him stop. The walker tripped. But that wasn't what made him stop. It was the fact that the walker tried to get up. It was pushing up with its arms. He gasped, and Carl Grimes did not gasp often. He had to kill his mother for crap's sake. But he snapped out of his trance when he heard it make that raspy, harsh moan that walkers always make. He ran at it full force.

" YAAAAAAHHHHHHH" He screamed like he was four again, trying to take down the mighty beast known as the poodle. But this time it was real, it was life or death. He rammed his shoulder into its stomach, causing the walker to be thrown into a nearby tree, just by the sheer force of the blow. He ran at it again, not allowing any time for the walker to recover. But, he stopped and, seeing that it was downed, decided to try something that he had only practiced. He turned the long, razor sharp blade over in his hands. He gripped the blade, grabbing it so tightly, that it drew blood. He yelped and loosened his grip, but not by much. He drew his hand back, far behind his shoulder blade, then, shot his hand forward and released the shortsword. It turned over and over midair and then met its mark. It struck right to the left of the neck, digging into the walkers shoulder blade. He was so wrapped up in the battle, that he didn't hear the 'creature' scream out in pure agony.

" Oh nononononono" Carl stated, as he had missed, and was without a weapon.

Bella's P.O.V.

" AHHHHHHHHHHHH" She shrieked at the top of her lungs, she could barely breath the pain was so intense. Then she saw the strange man, no, boy come at her again. He was loudly cursing himself, which made Bella curious, despite the utter agony she was in. Then, she felt a sharp pain rocket through her jaw, and she shrieked again.

' He must think me a walker' Bella thought to herself. ' But why didn't he hear me?' She questioned. His fist flew at her again, breaking her jaw, and, suddenly, she felt the pressure in her shoulder blade disappear.

' He means to kill me!' Her mind raced to find a plan before the knife was driven into her skull. The only one she could come up with was a crazy one and probably wouldn't work because he hadn't heard her before. But she had to try.

" Please, stop, don't." Bella was pleading now, all the while sobbing simultaneously. The man shrieked and dove backwards. Then, he started sobbing.

' He didn't know I was alive' She reasoned. Boy was she glad that her plan worked, it was why she was sitting here, and not on a pile of burning ash, logs, and bodies.

" Please" she said one more. And then it all went black.

So yeah, that was the first chapter, sorry that it was a little short, but I was rushed so don't hate. :)

Again, I want constructive criticism ONLY. So no plain, you did this wrong, help out here guys.

Please tell me if you want more OC's. Also sorry if any characters seem off, I'm not Carl, or Abraham, or Rosita(RAWR). *wink*

Thank you all for reading, first milestones, 10 followers and 5 favorites!

Till next time!