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There were a few people outside, and I couldn't see the details of their faces. There was a person by the gate, and I ran to it as fast as I could manage.
"Help!" I shouted. Someone looks over at me, and starts coming to me. It appeared they had a gun with them. I walker was in front of me and it grabbed at me. I took my pocket knife from my pocket and stabbed it in the eye. My knife was stuck in its head and I couldn't take it out, so I leave the dead walker in the grass and continue to dodge the walkers surrounding the prison. My white hair comes into my face and I shove it out hastily with my hand. Half of a walker body trips me and the other walkers from behind me are only a few feet away. Some of them get shot by the mysterious person who I didn't have a chance to get a look at. Many reanimated bodies hit the ground behind me.
I get up to my feet and walk backwards so I look at the walkers behind me. I hear the person's gun click like mine had. There is only one walker left and I use my other ability to kill it, with no other option at hand. Its head explodes and I hear behind me, "what the hell?" the voice is familiar and I turn around to see who it is.
Carl? My vision blurs, and the consequences of using my ability show up. My knees buckle, and I fall, but he catches me. I remember nothing after that.
Carl's POV
We had just gotten to the prison a few days ago, and we cleared out the cells of unwanted walkers. At the present moment, I was outside about to go up to the watch tower but I heard someone in the field scream "HELP!"
I looked over to see what was happening and see a girl with white hair running from a herd of walkers behind her.
Destiny?
I open the gate and run to her, with my gun aimed to the walkers' heads. Many of them go down after I shoot them, but one of the on the ground trips her, causing her wavy white hair to fly around her face. Her blue eyes were filled with fear, and I tried to shoot the walker but, my gun clicked. She stood back up and looked intently at the walker. I tried to grab for my knife but the walker's head just, for lack of a better word, exploded.
Blood flew everywhere, and when she turned around to see me, her bright blue eyes filled with relief and confusion. They closed and she started falling to the ground. I ran to catch her and she fell against my body. I thought she had died, and I checked her pulse. Thankfully, I felt her breathing. It seemed like she had just passed out.
My dad comes out from the gate and shoots any walkers in his way. When he sees Destiny in my arms his eyes widen and he rushed over faster.
"Was she bit?" he asks sternly. I quickly check her for bites and find none.
"No," I say, "she just passed out I think."
He gestured me back to inside the prison and I go in and follow him, while holding Destiny on my back. He hair falls out of the broken hair tie she wore, causing her hair to cover her entire face and then some. It was so long now, down to her waist. The color was so pure, and I couldn't help myself when I touched the soft waves of her hair once we go inside the gate. Hershel comes in on his crutches, and I remember the difficult day that was.
"Is this-," Hershel starts to say.
"Destiny, yeah," I confirm. We all turn around to a bed in one of the cells to put her on. My mom and Maggie come in.
"Destiny?" my mom ask me. I nod to her. She hugs me, knowing how sad I was when I found out she was gone. It also reminds me of when we found Sophia in the barn. I feared Destiny was the same way for years, but now she was here. I sat in a chair next to Hershel, who was trying to figure out what was wrong with her. A stream of blood flowed from her nose, and I wondered why.
Her breathing changed, and her crystal blue eyes opened.
Destiny's POV
My eyes felt heavy, but I opened them anyway, remembering I saw Carl before I had passed out. Above me I see the bottom of another bed, and toy the side of me I see someone with a beard. I stare at the man longer, and he smiles once he knows that I know who he is.
"Hershel?" I ask while wiping my hand across my bloody nose. He nods in reply and gives me a cloth for my nose. My gaze moves over to Carl, who's trying to keep his hat down over his face so I can't see it. That was his dad's hat. Before I had a chance to stop myself, I felt my arms reach up and grab him.
I felt a tear fly free from my eyes, "You know, I thought you were dead," I whispered in his ear.
His arms wrapped around me, and I liked his embrace, I felt, safe, "I thought the same, Destiny. After we found Sophia in the barn, I lost hope that we'd ever find you. Everyone gave up, too."
I wanted to talk about Sophia, but I figured now wasn't the time to. I'll talk to Carl about it later.
Maggie speaks up, "Well, that's not entirely true. Daryl still went out hunting, and we all knew he was trying to look for you."
Carl and I separate, and I look to Maggie and Lori. Lori was pregnant. My only question was, why? I mean, having a child in a world like this, with no painkillers or anything. It was at the very least risky.
"Can I get up, Doc?" I ask Hershel. He smiles and nods. I notice how much everyone has changed. In looks alone everyone is so different. Hershel's got a beard going on, Maggie's hair's growing out. Carl just, looks older. He kind of looks hot…
I feel a blush creep up on my face when thinking that. It's true, though.
"Sure, Destiny," Hershel says to me. I swing my legs out from the bed and stand up. My hair feels weird, and I notice it's not in a hair tie anymore. I ask Carl to give me a tour of the prison. Hershel tells him to show me a room. He nods and we walk.
"So where is everyone?" I ask, "Dale, Shane, Andrea, Daryl, and Rick? I didn't see them here."
Carl's expression darkens, "I killed Shane. He was trying to kill my dad, and my dad stabbed him. But he turned and I shot him. Dale was bitten by a walker. We were separated from Andrea. I think she's dead."
He stops for a minute, not talking about his dad or Daryl, so I ask, "and Daryl and your dad?"
He looks up at me, "My dad and Daryl aren't dead. You just haven't seen them yet. My dad is out by the fence where I found you, and Daryl is probably out hunting or something like that."
I was a bit sad some of the others were dead. I didn't like Shane all that much to begin with though. I didn't know Dale and Andrea too well.
"I met up with Sophia after I got lost," I say, "she was being attacked by a walker, and I was too late," I stuffed the cloth I was using for my nose in my pocket. "She didn't want me to not let her return. She wanted her mom to find her."
I wanted to cry, but I couldn't. I began talking about my new group, about me finding Addie and Adam and the group dying. I told him how I was running from a herd of walkers when I found the prison. I never realized when my hand found Carl's. He seemed to understand I was suffering, and didn't try to get me to shut up. We walked everywhere in the prison. He eventually showed me to a cell which would be my room.
"I'm right next to you in the left cell if you need anything," he told me. I entered my new room, which had two beds; one on top and one on the bottom like a bunk bed. Carl left into his room to do whatever he was doing. I kept the bottom bunk for myself, and stayed there for a minute.
This place felt safe. Secure. I just wondered how long this would last.
"Hey Carl?" I ask loudly enough for him to hear.
"Yeah?"
"I'm glad you're okay."
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