Hey you guys! Well, I just played Slender for the first time and I'm scared right now. I actually got up to 5 notes but I just had to turn my flashlight off! Anyway I've decided to only update on the weekends because of school. Enjoy R&R
Lost
Chapter 4
by: Keep It Classy Brah
Recap:
Carl's uncomfortable stare changes to a confused look. "What?"
Sam opens her mouth to speak but, can't find the right words to tell him about the war. "Uhhh," She looks over at Judith to see that throw up on her self. Sam points at Judith, trying hard not to laugh. "Judith just threw-up on your shirt."
Carl looks at his shirt to find that Sam was right. Sam starts to laugh at Carl as he makes a disgusted face. Carl's cheeks turn red from embarrassment. "I'm going to go change my shirt." Carl mutters embarrassingly.
He hands Judith over to Sam and Sam awkwardly positions Judith into her arms. "I don't really know how to do all of this. So sorry if you feel uncomfortable." Sam says to Judith in a quiet tone.
Sam cradles her messily and rocks her until her eyes close. Sam grabs her brother's old shirt from her bag and wipes some of the baby's vomit of. "I hope Kyle doesn't mind." Sam speaks softly.
Carl returns with a new shirt on and serious look on his face. "We need to talk."
Snow begins to fall from the grey sky as Carl Grimmes and Samantha Burkness walk outside of the prison and into the court-yard. He grabbed her hand and led her by a fence where there were no Walkers. "I know you're from Woodbury."
Sam literally froze from both the snow falling onto her exposed arms and the fact that Carl knew what was going on with Sam. "No, I'm not. Y-You're l-lying." She shivered.
The warmth of Carl's kept her hands warm a little but she minded it a bit. It made her face go red as her cheeks flushed from the cold and Carl. "I looked through your sports bag and-"
"Wait, you looked through my bag?!" Sam exclaimed, stopping Carl short.
He shrugged his shoulders a bit. "Well, Carol told me-"
"Carol wants me to get out of the group just because she knows I'm from Woodbury."
It was true. Carol was the infamous Mrs. Peletier who despised Sam but for a reason. Carol wanted Sam to become a better person through discipline instead of just walk around the hallways with her head hung low. She wanted Sam to stand up for herself; but Sam didn't know that. "How does Carol know you?" Carl asks curiously.
More snow fell and it landed on Sam's hat and hair and Carl's hair mostly. They never really cared except for Carl. He didn't like the way she just stood there without a jacket but he couldn't just give her a jacket since he has a long-sleeved shirt on. "She taught at my school back in Woodbury. Carol happened to hate me whenever I walked into her English class; now she hates me even more with the apocalypse here."
Sam tugged her hands out of Carl's warm grip and began to rub her arms. She sniffled and began to cough from the cold. "We should go back inside. It wasn't such a good idea to come outside."
They walk back inside in silence until they reach the door. Sam stops Carl as she puts a hand on his shoulder. "Can I tell you something?"
Carl nods his head. "Sure."
'Its now or never.'
"I've been having these dreams that have to do with my-I mean the Governor." Sam carefully says, trying not to make a mistake. "He's going to come to the prison. I think he's going to get even with us. Like an eye for an eye."
Carl smiles and laughs. "Why would the Governor do that? I don't know him but no one would really start a war here. It's not safe."
Sam's serious face stops Carl from laughing at her 'joke.' "I'm serious. I've met the Governor before and he would do it. No matter what, he always gets even."
Carl leans against the door. "Then what do we do?"
"I dunno yet but one things for sure. We can't tell the others." Sam says while readjusting her hat.
She began to fiddle with the ring again and twirl it in her hand. "Why not tell the others?"
"Because they might react and go to kill the Governor first! We can't let that happen Carl! He'll do something even worse."
Carl sighs before opening the door. "Fine." He says in a low voice.
Sam continues to cough and sneeze due to the snow. She sat down on the bed and grabs her bag. The bag she peered into looked unorganized with her shirts all bunched up and jeans sticking out everywhere. 'Carl.' Sam just huffed and continued to search what she was looking for. Then she felt it; at the bottom of the bag was what she stole from the Governor's armory. The cold heavy metal touched Sam's hands. She grasped it along with the bullet proof jacket she got for her twelfth birthday from her dad. She had always thought it was the worst present, until now.
The gun was heavier than Sam had expected. It was, as she knew, a silent gun. The weight of the gun felt comfortable yet awkward in her dainty hands. She didn't know how to point a gun, let alone use one. Sam decided she can go to the one person she's been talking to. Carl.
Samantha walked out of her cell and looks for Carl. Instead of getting help from him, she earns a shove to the floor and a scrape on her elbow. Her first reaction was to tell him off for pushing her on the hard cement floor, but he was gone. Carl had left Sam with a nasty scrape and a huge bruise on her arm. "Thank you Carl." Sam sarcastically says.
She turned to her left to see Hershel and Beth, who was holding Judith, sitting on steps that led up to the second floor. They both had a look of concern plastered onto their faces. "What?" Sam asks but then gets interrupted by Carl's voice.
"Come on! This way!" She heard the young boy say.
Sam stood her ground as she heard more feet running towards her. The sound of people talking and gasping for air came in the next room. Carl emerges from the dark hallway and comes into the light. He runs into the groups' cell and locks the door behind him, leaving a very frustrated dark-skinned woman behind the bars. "Come on kid open up."
Carl shakes his head. "Sorry."
The woman grasps the bars firmly and shakes them. "You have to open up!"
"Sasha! Calm down!" A man behind the dark skinned woman, says. Sasha replies by stepping away from the door and walks off.
Sam curiously looked at Carl and back at the group. "Why did you lock them out?"
Carl ignores her and walks away with a look of regret. The rest of the group just stares at him and back at the other group. "Can you just please let us out?" a dark-skinned man from the other group asks.
Carl turned a bit to stare at the other group. "Its safe in there."
The man known as Tyresse walks back with his group and so does Sasha. They discuss their plans as the other group known as Rick's infamous group discusses. "What do we do?" Sam asks.
Hershel shrugs his shoulders. "We wait for Rick. He needs to decide whether they need to stay."
'And if I get to stay.' Sam mentally added.
Sam sat on her bed, still thinking about the heavy metal in her hands. She turned it in one hand and flipped it in the other. Every time it landed in one hand, she would want to go ask if anyone could teach her how to shoot. "Hey," Sam looks up from the gun to see Carl and Beth staring at her. Beth had wide eyes a she stared at the gun back to her. "We were wondering if you could help us find some stuff upstairs?"
Sam replied immediately. "Yes,."
She wanted to get out and do something so badly but couldn't. Instead, she would just sit there on her bed the whole time.
Sam grabbed her bag from the floor and walked up the stairs with Beth and Carl. They both exchange looks with each other before Beth pulls a key underneath her sleeve. The group of three keep walking until they reach the last cell. "What do we need to look for?" Sam curiously asks.
"Oh for food. One of the last survivors here stashed them in there." Beth lies.
Sam enters the cell cautiously and looks around before realizing it's a trap. She turns around to see Carl locking the Cell before leaving her behind. "Hey! I thought I trusted you! I thought you had my back for a while!" Sam yells at Carl.
The young boy ignores her but can't get over the remarks Sam keeps throwing at him. But after all, it was the best for now before Rick came back.
The teenage girl sat in her cell with her back against the wall. She kept thinking if she is ever going to escape from her own little cell. There was no light which made it has an eerie effect and there was no heat so it made Sam feel like she was in a frozen tundra. She got out a blanket to wrap herself in to keep her warm but it wasn't enough. She got out two pairs of thick jackets and 2 pairs of pajama pants to finally keep her warm. Sam didn't really care that she looked ridiculous, she just wanted to stay warm.
It wasn't until Sam heard someone yell out "No!" repeatedly that she got up. She went over to her locked door to hear a man screaming at someone. "Just get out! Get out!"
'Whoa, that's pretty intense.' Sam quietly muttered.
Then she heard Glenn escorting some people out along with Carl telling them to leave also. Sam stood there with a look of distress. "That would've been me almost having to leave the group. I guess Carl's dad had to kick Tyreese's group out."
Sam sighed and returned back to her last spot. She laid down on the cold hard floor and got out her sun powered MP3 her mom and dad made for her 12th birthday. She got out her headphones and untangle them. Then she put them in her ears and fell asleep to the sound of Mayday Parade's voice.
Panting and gasps were sounded in the dark autumn air. A boy with dark brown hair and sea-green eyes ran with a look of fear in his sea eyes along with a younger girl with the same features. Five Walkers chased them as they ran as fast as they could. The two tried to stay as silent as possible but with the leaves under crunching with every step they took, it wasn't possible. "Don't look back." The boy calmly told the smaller girl in his thick British accent.
The girl whimpered and kept running even when her small pink bow fell off of her head. "Kyle! My bow!" She exclaimed in the same identical accent as Kyle's.
"Forget it! We have to get back to Uncle Philip, Sam!" The smaller girl tripped on a medium-sized and tumbled onto the ground. Kyle looked back at the Walkers before pulling his sister over his shoulders. "Get something sharp and hit the Walkers with that." Kyle demanded.
She did as she was told and all she found was a purple pen she had taken from her teacher. A Walker got close to her and snapped at the girl. The girl shrieked and stabbed the Biter with the purple pen in the eye. Its eye oozed out with blood and its eye indented; the Biter didn't care though. "Kyle, how much further?" The girl whined.
"Just a few feet away, Sammy." said Kyle, his feet burning from running and from carrying his little sister.
The thought of being able to be safe satisfied Sam and put a smile a both of their faces. Finally, after what seemed like the longest minute of her life, they reached the doors of Woodbury. But fate didn't have that planned for both of them. Sounds of guns filled the air and five of the Walkers laid officially dead on the ground. Sam felt Kyle wobble under her. They collapsed onto the ground with a thud.
Sam got up and looked at Kyle. Blood spilled from his temple at an alarming pace. "Kyle?"
The sixteen year boy didn't reply. "Kyle!" Sam shouted a little louder. "No!"
A pair of hands grabbed her from behind as she began to walk towards his corpse. She began to thrash and flounder wildly. "Let go of me! Kyle!" screamed Sam.
The pair of hands led her away from the body and near a bench. "He's gone now Rosalie." The Governor said calmly.
Sam shuddered at the use of her given name. "Don't touch me! Kyle!"
Uncle Philip held her back once more. "Stop whining you prat! He's dead and he's never coming back!"
"Kyle!"
Sam sat up on her elbows and began to pant of fear. Sweat fell from her forehead and a new song played from her MP3 Player. 'What a coincidence. If You Can't Live Without Me, Why Aren't You Dead Yet? just has to start playing?'
She rose from the ground and looked outside her door. It was dark and the snow was falling, sometimes sticking onto the window. She sighed and stared through the bars. "I need to get out," said Sam, while tearing the earphones from her ears.
She threw the headphones and MP3 onto the bed, making a bobby pin fall on the floor. Realization suddenly hit her. Sam ran for the bobby pin and grabbed it. She returned back to the door and began to pick at the lock of the door. It took Sam a few times before the door finally clicked open.
Slowly, Sam creeped down the stairs of the jail. Everyone was asleep which made everything much easier for Sam. All except for one of course.
Sam opened the second door with her hair pin and swung the door open with success. She ran as fast as she could, with a gun in one hand and the purple pen she whipped out of her pocket. The teenage girl managed to get outside quietly without being seen except for the eyes of a certain pair of cerulean eyes. Sam smiled as she got out of the prison gates and into the forest. She could already see her bike from where she was standing.
I'll finish this tomorrow since I don't have time to finish this chapter so I'm putting some of it in chapter 5. Okay bye now. Keep it Classy Brahs :P