Hello possible readers of this story... I uploaded this story earlier but unfortunately some of the parts were cut out so I have made sure there are no mistakes and also made this chapter a little longer. This is my first story so be honest but gentle. I'll try to keep mistakes at the minimal but please tell me if you find any. Please review!
Carl
Carl was alone. Alone in the darkness that had been upon him for a time he had lost track of long ago. All his eyes would allow him to see was darkness and the faint outlines of objects that surrounded him.
He was in a chair that made him feel small when he was sat against it. Bonds of rope were tightly tied around his wrists and ankles preventing him from moving anything but his head. His hands had gone purple from the pressure of the knots and he had lost feeling in them a while back. His cheeks and lips were being pinched together by a grey piece of sticky tape stuck against his mouth to stop him from producing a sound that would be heard by anyone outside the room in which he sat. Scarlet red blood dribbled from his wrists and sprinkled down onto his jeans every time he pushed against the rope, causing the skin to be cracked and damaged. He didn't mind the pain. He was lost in his thoughts. He felt nauseated from hunger. His stomach churned begging for energy to access his body while his tongue rubbed itself against the top of his mouth, in search for the slightest sign of liquid to cure the horrible dryness and dehydration Carl had been feeling for a long time now.
The sickness that Carl felt caused time to drag on slower than ever... or at least it felt that way. It had probably not been that long. Carl didn't know, how was he meant to know being locked up in the darkest of rooms with no windows or even the slightest sign of light? Carl didn't even know how he got in the room. He only remembered who.
His dad had planned an attack on this 'Woodbury' to rescue Maggie and Glenn from this 'Governor' that kept getting mentioned. Carl had begged his father to let him come, and after continuous pleads and begs, Rick had finally submitted, letting him come along with himself, Michonne, Daryl and Oscar.
The car journey didn't take long and when they finally did arrive, it didn't take much to find them. It was the getting out in which it all went wrong. Michonne mysteriously disappeared from the small group of saviours for Glenn and Maggie leaving the four of them alone in a desperate gun battle for survival. His father kept his hand on Carl's shoulder at all times, not allowing him out of his grip, as they jogged through the endless whiteness of the smoke that they had created. Carl knew he would be safe in the steady grip of his Father's hand. But then, he let go.
Rick
Shane. How? What was Shane doing there? What was the possibility of Shane standing there in front of him? What the hell was going on? These questions raked Rick's mind as he watched Shane's figure circle towards him. Anger overtook Rick like a swarm of bees and before he knew it, Shane was on the floor. Dead. Again. Rick blinked. No. Hang on. He was wrong. It wasn't Shane. What? Rick tried to push away the nagging truth of what was really going on inside his head. Rick had spent a long time trying to get over Shane's death. He would sometimes replay the events of that fateful night and wonder if it was really the right thing to do. It was even worse that Carl was forced to do it. Carl... Rick looked around but the boy was nowhere to be found "Carl!" he shouted into the blinding fog of smoke. Suddenly, something took hold of his hand. He turned to see Maggie and Glenn, both in so much pain that they could collapse at any moment. They both looked as panicked as he was and all of a sudden Rick's ears burst into action to hear the painful reality. Gunshots were to be heard everywhere and they were the targets. He had to get them out of here before one of them got shot. So, taking one last wide eyed look back for his son to appear at any moment, he took a step back into the world of reality and continued on with his mission.
Carl
When Rick disappeared Carl didn't stop running. Gunshots were being fired from every angle and he had to get out of the line of fire. Carl, unfortunately, had absolutely no clue on where the hell he was going. So, hoping for the best, he took a sharp left, thinking that it may lead him in the right direction. It didn't. He ran straight into a tall man that he had never seen before holding a machine gun in one arm. The man grabbed him but Carl, out of pure instinct, raised his gun at the man's face and pulled the trigger. The man fell to the floor, lifeless.
Abruptly, shouts suddenly surrounded him and he saw shadows move in the darkness. He was about to keep running when something grabbed him from behind. For a second he thought it was his dad and relaxed until he felt the arms tighten around his waist, lifting him off the ground. Carl flailed in panic when his gun was pulled out of his hand. Defenseless, he felt himself get dragged onto the floor and held down. His arms were forced behind his back and were bound together tightly. He was then forced onto his feet again and pulled away, out of the sight of the people running around like panicked sheep outside.