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The birds weren't chirping that morning. It was raining, just a light pour. Gloomy. The weather reflected Carl's mood. He was sad, depressed, deep in his own thoughts. He just laid in bed that morning and stared out the window at the rain that was hitting the pane.
There was a tapping sound on the glass of the window which got Carl's attention. He sat up and walked over to the window. He couldn't seen anyone through the watery glass so he opened it to see Enid standing at the street staring up at him.
Just as Carl said her name, she started to run towards the vacant house that they usually hang out in. He knew she wanted him to follow. So he quickly got dressed and ran down stairs to the door and saw Carol talking to Mrs. Anderson. He froze when he saw her crying at the table with Carol comforting her. He knew that Ron was probably dead but he didn't know if he could tell her. She deserved to know but he couldn't tell her. It broke his heart to see her in this miserable state. He thought about his mother and how sad she would be if he was gone.
Carol whistled at Carl and waved her hand to shoo him away. The whistle broke his stare and he realized that he was being rude. He quietly walked out the door and ran to the vacant house.
Once he got there he walked to the backyard and saw that the pegs were in, which meant that Enid was out of the compound. He grabbed the pegs and quickly cleared the fence. The ground was slippery and muddy from the rain and he fell on his butt. Carl could hear a snicker from the woods and he blushed slightly.
"Enid? Where are you?" He called out, standing up and running into the forest. She was very stealthy when it came to the woods. She knew where all the hiding spots were and knew how to hide her tracks so she couldn't be found. Carl really admired her bravery.
Carl felt something hit him in the back of the neck, an acorn? He quickly turned around and ran in the direction. Soon he found Enid sitting at a fallen tree. He went to sit next to her.
"What's up?" He asked her.
Enid sat there for a few minutes, listening to the rain falling, hitting the dead leaves on the ground before speaking, "I thought you would need to talk or something. You haven't come out of that house in 3 days."
Carl blushed, why were girls so good at noticing other peoples feelings? "Nothing happened, I'm fine. Mind your own business." Carl snapped at her, not wanting anyone to know about his feelings for Daryl.
Enid rolled her eyes and stood up, "Fine, be an asshole. I just wanted to help. I'm going back." Without hearing a reply she started walking back to the compound.
Carl watched as she walked out of his vision. He just sat there, thinking about what he saw in the back of Daryl's house. And for a moment he forgot that he was outside of the compound and forgot about walkers.
He was so deep in thought that he didn't realize a small herd of walkers was approaching him from the front. Carl finally broke his train of thought when he heard the sound of walkers close by, when he looked up he saw the herd right in front of him, almost on top of him. His eyes grew wide and he jumped up and over the fallen tree. It was close to dark now and hard to see where he was going.
Carl slipped on wet leaves and mud constantly that his knees and legs were wet and scrapped up from broken branches and twigs. He could still hear the walkers behind him, never letting up, the rain making his scent stronger.
He was completely lost now, he didn't know which way was Alexandria and which way wasn't. It set him into panic mode. He finally found a tree he could climb up.
He grabbed a branch but slipped off, his heart beating uncontrollably at this point. He kept trying to grab it over and over. He heard the walkers getting closer now, they were so close.
Carl finally jumped and got a grip on the branch and pulled himself up right as the walkers reached the base of the tree. He sat there on a branch, breathing slowly to calm himself down. It had been a while since he had to run away from walkers like this.
His eyes grew wide again when he patted his pockets and belt and realized he had ran out the door so quickly that he forgot his knife. He didn't know how he was going to get out of this mess. He was running from the walkers for such a long time that he didn't even know where he was anymore. He wasn't familiar with the area. What was he to do? Daryl wouldn't be able to track him in this heavy rain, not after walkers were trampling over all of his shoe prints.
Fatigue started to set in and he closed his eyes, falling asleep up in the tree.
When he woke up the next morning, the rain had stopped and the sound of walkers was gone. Carl looked down to the bottom of the tree and didn't see them anywhere, not even the sound of them walking around.
He was so happy that he didn't even suspect anything strange. He jumped down from the tree, still soaking wet from the night. His legs and arms all bruised and scratched from falling so many times.
Carl began to walk in the direction he thought he came through, seemed there was a lot of tracks in that direction. But as soon as he started walking he heard someone behind him, "Hey boy. What are you doing all the way out here, and all alone?" The voice sent chills up Carl's spine. He didn't have to turn around to know who it was.
Carl didn't have the chance to turn around on his own, he was grabbed by the shoulder and shoved against the tree forcefully which made him wince. He looked up and saw the face of Pete.
Carl tried to push the man off of him but that just earned him a punch to the abdomen. Carl felt himself fall to his knees, he grabbed his stomach and leaned over to puke. The man chuckled. "Did you think you could get rid of me? Well you couldn't! And now you're going to pay for what you did to me!" With his voice rising, his anger did also and he kicked Carl on the side of the head, knocking him to the ground. Carl looked up for a moment and saw a walker grab Mr. Anderson from behind and bite him on the neck.
Carl blacked out for a moment, when he came to he could see that Mr. Anderson was on the ground now, the walker eating his flesh. He got startled and quietly and slowly started to move away from the walker and the body. He quickly got up and started running through the woods.
Soon he made it to a road and felt himself beginning to black out again from the blow to the head.
Before he passed out he saw a car pull up to him and a pair of boots approaching him.
Oh boy, what's going to happen to our young lover? Who is that in the car? Tune in next week for another incredible chapter of Love Blossoms! ;)