So I posted this on this day specifically to celebrate the day the second half of season 4 premieres! Yay! I originally wrote this for a friend, because of that Facebook artwork trend thing, but then I decided to post it here as well. Why? Strictly speaking, because I can. Hehe.
It would be nice if you guys could read this, and I'd like to hear what you think. But if you're gonna be critical, make sure you're constructive. Nasty, pointless comments will be instantly deleted. And come on! I'm new to this whole fanfic writing thing so throw me a bone.
And since this story is set in the second half of season 4, I'll say now that if God forbid, anything put here ends up happening on the show also, that will be pure coincidence. I am in no way affiliated with the people involved in The Walking Dead, and all characters are property of AMC.
I mean it's not like that's actually gonna happen but, just in case...
At the door of the house, the two walkers clawed and scratch as if they had any hope of toppling it over. It certainly seemed less than likely that they would actually break through the door; after all, they weren't as smart as they had once been as humans, who would probably do more than scratch to try to get the door open. But the risk was still there, as walkers would not stop until they literally crumbled and turned to dust.
They then heard the loud whistling sound that Carl let off, and slowly turned their gazes to him. Once they did, Carl simply began to walk backwards, away from the house without saying a word. Once again, Carl found himself having to lead walkers away from the house he and his dad Rick were staying in. The latter still hadn't fully healed from the beating he received at the hands of the Governor when their former home was destroyed and later overrun. Though he was certainly not as weak and beat up as he was the first time Carl had to lead walkers away from the house, his son thought it best that he still handle things. He had led the walkers out of the front yard of the house and was now walking backwards down the street, looking behind him every so often to make sure there wasn't anything he could trip on. He led them on further and further down the road, farther and farther away from the house and away from Rick. They were heading towards a more forested area now and Carl removed his gun from its holster. If other walkers were to hear gunshots, better they don't know there's a bigger, weaker person in a nearby house.
But in true Murphy's Law form, it was in the few seconds when he didn't look behind him that he didn't notice the branch sticking out, and once he fell over, the gnawing walkers immediately began to descend upon him. He was quick though, and he already had his gun out, and almost as soon as he fell down, he was back up and again and the two walkers were dead by his hand. The sound of the gunshot attracted another walker, and Carl quickly put a bullet in its head as well and proceeded to make a run for the house.
But just as he got out of the forest, yet another snarling walker, one that looked to have once been a boy his age, began its approach towards him. This time however, Carl holstered his gun and took out his knife. Who knows how much unwanted attention he had already attracted with those gunshots? He wasn't going to stay and find out…or attract even more for that matter. In spite of that mindset though, he was tense, moving in place as if he weren't allowed to run unless someone fired a gun to signal to him that he could. He wasn't as good with knives as Daryl or Andrea, and there was a lot more risk involved given that he had to get closer to the gnawing walker. But it was getting closer with every second; it was now or never. With a deep exhale, Carl lunged towards the walker and with a grunt, stabbed it right in the head. They fell over, and Carl stabbed it one more time for good measure. He then got up and starting walking back towards the house, a tense look etched across his sweaty face.
So this is just a short Carl-centric chapter, just to kinda set the stage. Just so you know, there will be quite a lot of mention of Andrea in this fic because she was my favorite character on the show. I kinda made it a motif. Whiny Andrea-hating comments will be deleted as well.