*Disclaimer*- I don't own the Walking Dead or anything about it.

P.S. This is my first published story EVER so any constructive criticism is appreciated.

Jay's POV

It's been days since I ate, and my stomach started to sound like a dying whale. My mind became dizzy and I steadied myself with a smaller branch a little bit above my own.. Suddenly, multiple gunshots rang, startling me and making me fall about six feet down to the ground. " Ow," I said, painfully getting up.

I noticed a long, thin cut in my left arm, and it stung like hell. Hopefully, I could get to the prison infirmary before it gets infected. So I hurriedly walked to the makeshift ladder I had time to make which went up to the infirmary window. Once I got there, I realized that climbing up the wooden rungs would be harder with my incapacitated arm. I settled for ignoring the pain and going up one-handed.

The window was still open once I reached the top. Thank God, I thought as I slipped inside and landed on the dust covered bed. The medical cabinet was just across the square room. The gauze and the alcohol wasn't hard to find. There was more than enough left after I smeared the alcohol on the cut and taped the gauze on it.

The climb up to the room left me tired so I laid down on the bed and closed my eyes. A few minutes later , give or take, the stack of empty cans by the door toppled and a boy wearing a brown hat stood by it. I get up as quickly as I could and drew my knife out. " Sorry, I didn't know anybody was in here," he said, backing out to the hallway.

"No, wait!" I said walking towards the door. He poked his head back in, and I sheathed my knife.

"I just thought you were one of the dead," I muttered, loud enough for him to hear. The boy entered and closed the door behind him.

" I'm Carl," he said as extended his right hand for a shake.

"I can't really lift my left arm up," I told Carl and motioned to my bandaged arm, " My name's Jay."

" What happened?" He asked me before sitting on the edge of the bed.

" I fell off a tree and cut my arm," I replied," So are you with a group?"

He nodded,"What about you?" I shook my head, and he stared with disbelief.

" But you're like my age. How could you have survived for so long?"

" I don't know. Luck, maybe." I responded before wincing from my arm

"Hey umm.. we have a doctor that could take a look at that cut. If you want, I could take you to Hershel." Carl offered as he stood up.

" It's fine, I've had worse. Plus, I'm not sure if your group would be ok with that."

" Come on. It'll be fine. Once Hershel says it's ok, then you can leave to your camp," he pleaded and gave me the puppy dog eyes so I caved. Geez, Carl's nice and all but I just met him. I don't see why he has to do this, I thought while he lead me to their medic, Hershel.

Once he pushed the metal door leading to the cells, a brown haired woman came out of nowhere and gave him a bear hug. " Carl, I have been looking everywhere for you. Where did you..." she said before spotting me right behind him. I waved.

"Carl, sweetie, who is this?"

" Her name is Jay. I found her in the infirmary with a long cut. I'm taking her to see Hershel."

"Baby, you don't just take strangers and bring them here."

I don't want to be here as much as you don't want me being here, lady, I thought.

" Yeah, but-" Carl started to say before she cut him off. " Let's see what your dad says about this." With that, she left to look for his dad.

He turned to face me and apologized ," Sorry about my mom. Hershel's just over there, come on." Carl took my right hand and led me towards one of the cells.

" Hershel?" Carl asked as he led me in. There, sitting on the lower bunk, was a white haired man that was probably in his late 50's or early 60's. When he saw me, the first thing he noticed was my arm taped with white gauze. " Can you see if it's bad?"

"Sure, Carl. Just wait in your cell while I see." And with that, Carl left. When Hershel motioned for me to sit beside him, I slowly walked towards him. He looked nice enough so I sat to his right. He removed the gauze, showing my cut, and finally said "So what's your name, young lady?"

" Jay"

"So how did you get this cut?"

"I was up on a tree branch about six feet off the ground about an hour ago. I heard shots,I got surprised and fell."

" From what I can tell, it's just a minor cut, and It's already healing. Just make sure that no dirt or grime or ect. get exposed to the wound."

"OK. Thank you, Mr. Hershel. Um..I should really get 's getting dark," I thanked before leaving the cell. When I got out, Carl was already waiting for me. "What did Hershel say?" he asked.

" Nothing's going to happen. It's just a minor cut," I told him," So now that I got a check-up, I'm heading back to my tree."

"Well ,Jay, It's already dark. Why don't you stay here for the night?" With those words, Carl gave me those puppy dog eyes which I couldn't resist to. I groaned, " Fine, Carl. As long as whoever the leader is is OK with me staying."

This is just one part given. Comment whether I should continue 'cause ya know what they say... You are your worst critic...