Carl's POV
I ran through the forest, sweat ran down my face and blood oozed from the bullet hole in my shoulder. I could feel the bullet scraping against the flesh of my shoulder blade, the noise of the explosions and fighting that ensued from the attack on the prison slowly faded behind me as I stumbled past trees and greenery fighting to stay conscious.
Tears ran down my face at the thought of the governer killing the few people I knew as family, dad had told me to run, to not look back. The thought of him in the governers grasp only made more tears well up in my eyes, I quickly wiped them away I needed to stay strong I needed to keep moving.
I was so deep in thought I didn't hear the walker, its gnarled and bony fingers reached for my shirt, the smell of its rotting flesh and blood made my mind even foggier, I stumbled backwards tripping over a rock and taking the walker with me as I hit the dirt packed forest floor.
the walker fell on top of me, its teeth snapping inches away from my face. I held its shoulders keeping it as far away from me as I could I winced, the bullet hole in my shoulder burned in pain from the weight of the walker, I knew it wouldn't be long before the walker overpowers me fating me to a bloody doom.
My arms shook they were numb and seconds away from failing. I was about to give in when a gunshot rang through the forest and blood and brains spilled from the walkers head covering my clothes in gore.
I lifted my head to see a man standing over me a gun pointed at my head, I wanted to ask who he was and why he saved me but my vision was blurry and fading quickly.
The man knelt besides me an almost worried look on his face.
''it's okay'' he said ''my name is murray and everything is going to be okay''
I could barely register his words as the world faded to black.