Carl

I sat in a dark, musty room. I was tied to a chair and gagged. The door opened with a groan, and the Governor stalked over to me. He gripped a girl in one hand and a knife in the other. He threw the girl on the ground, and she thudded painfully. He cut my ropes free; because he knew I was smart enough to not fight back. As soon as the last ropes were cut he grabbed me by the collar of my shirt.

"This girl has been bitten. Either you kill her, or you die. If you kill her, you get to live. But if not… well, you know what happens. Understand, Grimes?" he mumbled.

He threw me to the ground and headed to the door. He found the generosity in his heart to turn the light on before he shut the door loudly. I got up slowly, because I knew I was hurt. I landed on my wrist, so I examined it. My entire hand was already starting to swell, and it was bent in ways it shouldn't. I tried to move it, but the only result was lots and lots of pain. Before I could stop them, hot tears fell silently down my face. I wiped them away with my good hand. I blinked a couple times, and I was fine. I looked at the girl. I felt her forehead with my hand. No temperature.

"I knew about his plan. I knew that he was going to take the next one infected and throw them into a room with you. So, I faked getting bit to see if you could help me out or kill me. I just don't want to be tortured here anymore." she whispered.

I thought. She sounded like she was telling the truth, and she had a normal temperature. I decided to give her the benefit of the doubt.

"Ok. If you try anything though, I will kill you. Lemme find something to cut the ropes with," I mumbled.

I needed to find something to stabilize my wrist first, though. I ripped the sleeves of my shirt off and wrapped them carefully around my injury. Now to find something to cut the ropes with. I tried to think of anything I could use. Then, I remembered that I fought with the guy who brought me here. I broke a glass bottle of rubbing alcohol, and they hadn't bothered to pick anything up. I looked behind my chair and found a piece big enough to cut the ropes with. I picked it up and headed over the girl.

"Spread your legs," I said

She complied quickly and I sawed at the ropes until the broke. I grabbed her arm with my good hand and hoisted her up with much difficulty. I grabbed her hand and sawed at the ropes in her hand until the ropes broke. I dropped the glass and examined her. I tried to ignore the fact that I was practically taking this girl's shirt off. Daryl would be proud. She was right; she wasn't bitten, but she had some other injuries. The left side of her face was swollen and bruised. She was limping, and under further inspection, I realized that her left foot was the size of a tennis ball. I lead her to the chair and she sat while I paced. I tried to figure out a way to escape. There were no windows, so that was an automatic no. The door was locked and guarded by several men. If I had a weapon, maybe, but we are both handicapped, and fighting off several men at a time isn't a good idea, even if you are able bodied. I looked around the room.

"What are you thinking about?" she asked.

"Trying to figure out how to get out…" I mumbled.

This was proving to much more difficult than I thought it would be.

"Well, why don't you try the door, dumbass?" she asked, laughing.

"Do you want to fight off men who are twice our size? I didn't think so," I countered.

"Well, when he quite literally dropped me off here, there weren't any," she remarked.

"Well, why didn't you tell me that?" I shouted.

"Well, you never asked."

I rolled by eyes and tried the door. It was locked, as expected. There wasn't a lock on the inside, so I would need some force. I remembered a night at my grandmothers, suddenly, when I asked my father if he ever had to break down any doors. He said no, but he knew how. He taught me. I sent hours kicking open the door to my grandparents' old shed. I remembered as much as I could and was about to execute it, until the girl stopped me.

"If you're gonna break down the door, we might need some sort of weapon," she said.

"Right. I think there are a few shards of glass left behind the chair," I replied.

I grabbed two longer shards and handed one to her.

"It's the best we got. Now, get ready…" I said.

I placed my right foot in the center of the door. I leaned into it as much as I could, then pushed off. The door creaked, but didn't budge. I tried again, and again. Finally, after several tries, the door finally gave.

"Got it. Get behind me," I whispered fiercely.

She followed by order and we snuck carefully out of our prison. We finally reached a door, and opened it carefully.

"Hey, kid's getting' away!" I heard the man called Martinez shout.

I looked behind and saw men racing toward us. I put my arm around the girl and ran. Gunfire erupted in my ears. I pushed myself harder; ran faster. We were nearly in the confines of the forest when I heard the girl let out a blood curdling scream. I looked down at her. He leg had given out and was bleeding profusely.

"What the hell happened?" I asked loudly.

"Leg… shot… hurts…" she said brokenly.

She was unconscious before too much longer. I shifted her onto my shoulder and ran deeper and deeper into the wood. I found an opening deep into the forest and settled her down. I inspected her wound. He leg was shattered. I took her boot off, and tried to roll her pant leg up. She whimpered, and I took that as a sign that it probably didn't feel too good. I rolled the pant leg back down. I would have to wait for her to wake up. Until then, I needed to make a tourniquet. Herschel had taught me a little about that, so I figured that another good strip of shirt would do. I ripped a piece of my shirt off yet again, and tied it tightly around he leg. I slumped against a nearby tree, glass shard in hand. I tried to fight the sleep off, but before long, it consumed me.