eeehhhh been really sick. I CAUGHT TWO SEPARATE COLDS. I stayed home from school so I wouldn't start an apocalypse of colds, and got some drabble in between sleep, reading other fan fiction, and putting off homework. Yep I had a whole day, but PSH WHO NEEDS HOMEWORK, NOT ME. Anyway on with the story.
"Help me move this table" Carl said. Smiling. "Why?" I questioned, but couldn't help but grin when he did. "Just do it!" He said, and I helped him. I watched as he climbed up onto the counter, and reached for a large can, about the size of a coffee container. "Pudding?" I asked, and smiled. "Hundred twelve ounces" he then said and jumped down, placing it in the bag. "Awesome"
I was downstairs. Just going through some drawers. I heard doors opening and closing, and Carls footsteps. It was comforting. In one of the drawers there was a package of pasta. It was the kind that was spiral. It looked pretty good, so I put it in. Could make some, plain. It was a nice day. Pudding, A nice outing, except rick. Was he in shock? Would we come back to him being dead? I don't know, so I just blocked it out
Carl was taking a long time so I went upstairs. He was about to open a door. "Hey!" I called, and told him what I currently have. The door opened, and a walkers arms were sticking out. I nodded towards them, and the door opened up. Two walkers fell onto us, one on me, one on him. I wasn't concerned about anything, just killing it. That's what this world turned me into. An indirect Serial killer.
I pulled my feet out from under it, managing to get up. My feet pulled back, and I reached for the outdoor lamp Carl had grabbed. I was taken back down, and it grabbed my leg. I didn't scream or anything, I just used all my force to bring the plastic spear down into its skull, missing several times. I created dents in the hardwood floor, and finally did it. I killed another walker.
"You okay?" Carl asked me, I nodded. Something about that one kill, it broke something inside me. They were a living being, and I just...killed them. Yes, being a walker is a side effect of dying, but I felt bad for putting them down, like they were some type of animal. But I guess we gotta do what we gotta do. "Let's go eat the pudding" I said, snapping out of it. A phase.
"How I missed chocolate pudding!" I exclaimed, the two spoons digging into the pasty mixture. "You can't even begin to imagine" he said back, and I smiled.
Megan:
During the fire, I was in my room. I was planning a way to transport stuff quicker. I guess someone was playing with fire, because I have no. Fricken. Idea. What happened. All I remember is I smelt smoke, a thick cloud of death.
I ran out into the hallway, my first instinct was to get people out, but then it turned into the one photo album I have of my family. Some things are more important than others. Ducking and Dodging I finally got to the door. Locked. My teacher said it was shatter proof, she never said anything about bullets. I shot the glass, shards hanging off. I turned the handle and let myself in.
The photo album was stuck in my backpack, along with other items I could quickly grab. I had one last glance at my home, and ran out the door. Flames were filling the hallway, "anyone?" I screamed, as loud as my voice could go. Someone was screaming for help, I ran down the hallway, just missing a falling pillar. "Stay put!" I called, the crying of a small girl led me closer.
A small girl about 5 years of age stood before me. She wasn't crying as I suspected, she looked scared, but not crying. I reached out my hand and she took it. We ran towards a window. I broke it by throwing a book at it and helped her out. I then got us about 30 meters away, then found out who she was. My own skin was cut from the glass, and she had a few on her arms.
I sat her on a tree stump, while wrapping her arm in a scrap of a T-shirt. It would have to do for the next few days, till we got some real bandages. "I'm Chloe" she said quietly, and I started to redo my ponytail. "You can stay with me. But let's find some shelter first." I said, and she jumped up. She had obviously been frightened. I walked along with her till i found a house. It was relatively clear, a walker or two to kill, nothing much.
There was a large double bed, a kitchen, and a living room on the first floor. Nothing too big. "I'll find something to eat." I said, and WAtched as she crawled ontop of the bed, "can I come with you?" She asked, and she nodded "Okay" and she got up. Her hair was brown, and she had blue eyes. "My mom took me to Atlanta when this started." She said, and I gave her a small pocket knife. "Do you know how to open these?" I asked, and she nodded. "Yep"
There were luckily no walkers in the upstairs of the house, and I sent her to the girls bedroom. I went into the boys bedroom. A large plaid shirt, a few sizes above me, sat on the chair. "That'll have to do for a jacket" I sighed, and put it into my backpack. A few things sat on the bed. Books, Clothes, and some pictures. I lifted one up and it was a picture of a boy, 14 or 15 years old. He was with a girl, his sister. 7 or 8 years old. On the back it said "Joey and Alison - 2010" I sat down the picture. Their dead anyway, I think.
"Megan?" Chloe asked, smiling. "What's up?" I said, and watched as she walked in with a doll. "It looks like the one I used to have" she said, and climbed onto the bed. "I had a elephant once" I said, and took my hair put of its ponytail. It fell onto my shoulders in a dull sheet. "You hungry?" I asked, and passed her a can. "Openers are over there" I nodded towards them. "Okay"
Claire:
Carl and I were sleeping. I was on a chair, he was at his usual spot by his father. "Claire?" He faintly called, and I sat up. "Yeah?" I asked, and he looked at his father. He crawled over to me and grabbed ricks gun, pointing it at Rick. Stiff breathing broke the silence. I watched in horror as rick fell off the couch. Still heavily breathing, Carl sobbed, "I can't do it..just do it!" He cried, and rick moaned "Carl..."
I climbed off my chair, and watched as Carl placed ricks head on his lap. "I'm sorry, I'm scared." He said and I sat on my knees next to him. "It'll be okay...'' I comforted best I could, its hard. Watching these people who you feel like their family, cry, starve, die.
That morning we were sitting at the couch, talking. Rick was praising Carl for being a man. I smiled, and thought contently. Who's still out there? Are they dead? Did they get bit and take a bullet to the brain? Who knows. All I do know is we will find who's left, and it will be perfect. We were interupted by a few knocks at the door, Rick got up and looked out through the small glass hole in the door, and turned to face Carl. He started to laugh, first time he smiled since the fire. Facing Carl, he laughed more "its for you"
I Tried to keep the lines as close to the episode as possible, but I had issues. I usually watch the new one right away, but I started watching Greys anatomy and OMG I SHIP MEREDITH AND DEREK. ANYYYWAY, Hope you enjoyed!