I sigh heavily, my feet dragging along the floor and my eyes slowly shutting
"Cass" Carl prods me gently
"I'm here" I say quietly. He glances at my side
"You're bleeding again" he says quietly
"I know, I'm fine" I lie as my vision blurs slightly. He hands me a drink and I go to take a sip but am instead met with darkness and I feel my body collapse to the floor.
My eyes flutter open and I instantly sit up panicked
"Carl?!" I yell instantly. He is by my side in seconds
"Shh, there's a lot of them outside. We're locked in a house" he tells me. I nod at him and we both fall silent. I sit up eventually and make my way into the kitchen and begin to search the cupboards
"Already looked" Carl whispers. I shake my head and pull out a bottle of alcohol.
I sit in front of the sofa with my back resting against it and Carl sits beside me
"Need to like... clean the wound. Give me your hand"I say as I pull my shirt up and remove the gauze covering my injury. I retch at the sight of it. Carl looks away. I pour some alcohol onto the clean side of the gauze and begin to rub it on my knife injury.
I squeeze Carl's hand while gritting my teeth. It doesn't take me long to clean it up but it stings like a bitch. I sigh in relief when its done and then head into a bathroom to find some toilet paper and something to stick it on with.
I stand at the window and watch as the undead stumble around the house,their must be at least 40 of them , looking for something to eat
"How the fuck do we get out of this?" I ask myself
"I don't know" Carl answers, surprising me as he wraps his arms around my waist.
