A/N Hello guys im Hailey and this is a story ive been working on for a while. I'd first like to say that this will loosely follow the events in the show. Really by that I mean I'll most likely only have big and important parts follow what happens in the show. For the most part this is a AU story, so keep that in mind when things like Noahs death does. Not occur (that was just a example.)
Also the rating for this story is M because of violence. This is infact a Carl Grimes fanfiction so it isn't all going to be rainbows and unicorns. And if you dont what the M rating has in it, I have it right here.
Suitable for teens, 13 years and older, with some violence, minor coarse language, and minor suggestive adult themes.
I dont think im going to make this story rather sexual but if a chapter gets steamy I'll warn you before hand. Anyways thats all I have to say. Enjoy reading my story and remember to review!
Prologue
The soothing voice of Nora Jones flows through the speakers while Kathleen chops onions in the kitchen. Its a cold saturday night, or so she assumes. She's lost track of days since three months ago, finding it useless to try when there are other things she needs to worry about. Her trusty side kick, a Great Dane named Charles, sits by the fire place while trying to sleep peacefully.
The curtains in the whole apartment are drawn shut, trying to block out the real world. And Kathleen likes that. She slides her onions into a small pot on her gass stove and cooks up variations of vegetables on rice. Stir fry. Her stomach rumbles loudly, causing Charles to look up in alert and look around the apartment.
No one is there. No one is ever there. No one besides Kathleen has been there for almost a year. And that very thought drives Kathleen into insanity day after day.
Soon Nora Jones cannot drowned out the sounds coming from outside. The sounds that is fifteen flights down. Kathleen clutches her knife while trying not to think of what lurks outside. Tries not to think of her time on the concrete ground. But its getting harder to avoid the truth.
Harder to avoid this sick reality. The thought of those things downstairs causes Kathleen to drop the knife and rush over to her bathroom and vomit out her breakfast. The imagines of those things doing what they've done has been engraved into her mind.
The imagines of what she's done are too. Charles comes to her side to see if shes okay. She sits up and pats his head, a sign of showing shes fine. But she's not and she hasn't been for some while