Sorry for not updating in weeks. I got a serious case of writer's block. Anyways, I hope you like it, and sorry for the shortness of the chapter.
Jay's POV
From the look on Carl's face, I'll be staying the night. "So, Carl, where do I stay?" I asked him.
"With me, Jay," he replied casually before taking my un-injured arm and leading me up to his cell. Well, Okay then, I thought. When we got there, a man who looked like Carl was leaning on the grey, left wall. He walked up to us and extended his hand out to me, which I shook hesitantly. "You must be Jay. My name's Rick Grimes," he spoke in an obvious southern/Georgian accent, "How's your arm feeling?"
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Grimes. My arm is feeling better, thank you for asking, and I hope you don't really mind me staying for the night." As I said that, he shook his head with a slight smile on his face. "The group really doesn't mind for a one-night stay." Then I heard a faint call for Mr. Grimes which made him excuse himself out of the cell in haste.
Okay, I'm gonna take a guess and say that we're playing Questions on Jay's life, I thought as Carl sat on his bed. "It's going to be a long night, so what do you want to know?" I asked him after sitting on the edge of his bed. "Jay, how did you survive alone for so long?"
"It wasn't easy, let me tell you that. Every building I checked was entirely out of any kind of food, so I went into the woods instead. For food, I ate canned stuff I found in the apartment building I lived in before the zombie thing. I learned how to climb trees and I slept in the high, sturdy branches."
When I finished, Carl looked at me with wide eyes and an open mouth. "Wow, Jay, that's- that's incredible," he stuttered. "What's your war story, Carl?" I asked, sliding closer.
"It isn't as brave as yours. My dad's best friend, Shane, took me and my mom away to safety as soon as he could. Before this, I just did chores and helped my mom while the guys hunted and stuff. We had to leave that place because there was an attack and a lot of members died. Then we lived on a farm with Hershel and his family. There was a huge horde and we had to move," Carl explained. "Carl, it's just as brave as mine," I set my hand on his shoulder which made him turn more towards me, "You survived a horde, and had to cope with the death of a lot of people. If that happened to me, I would be a wreck."
