O.k. I know I have a lot on my plate write now, but I couldn't resist making one. This is told in Carl's p.o.v, the next chapter will be told in multiple p.o.v.s, and so forth. This ones short, but it is the prologue, sooo, yeah. Review are appreciated, evens flames. ~Dakota
I glanced behind me, eyes widening. My throat had a scream caught in it; I was unable to get it out. The lump there enabled it. As I stumbled backwards, I couldn't help but think that my life would end here, and like all of those sappy movies, memories came rushing back. I would die young, it was my fate. It wasn't as if we'd stay like this until I was old, living on this camp and not being attacked by walkers. It was a nice thought, but I knew that it would never happen.
Blood splattered down on my clothes. Someone must have shot it. Of course, someone would. They wouldn't just watch a 12-year-old get demolished by a walker. However, the strange thing was that I didn't hear a shot fire. Maybe the fright inside me had caused me to go deaf. I had that thought until I heard my mother cry out. If I wasn't deaf, perhaps it was a silencer, but no one had one. Just then, it occurred to me that the shot was made from behind it. Someone else had shot it.
My mother's arms snaked around me and pulled me back. The walker fell to its knees, revealing the person behind it.
That wasn't to bad, now was it? This is going to be slowed paced, but I'll try to get the next one in today.
Review. Disclaimer~ I don't own the walking dead, if I did there would be many changes.