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I woke up suddenly and shot up straight in bed. I could feel beads of sweat on my forehead and I frantically looked around the room for any signs of life. This has been my first nightmare since I found Carl and surely enough it included him getting eaten too. I wasn't aware if I had screamed or not but If I had, someone would have definitely come asking if I was okay. I glanced around the bedroom but Carl was long gone. He obviously wasn't to sleep on the same bed as me, who was I kidding?
I pulled my blanket up to my chest as I realized I was cold. A window was open and it was about 4 am. I wonder why I had had that nightmare again, the same one every single night. I would scream for help but all that came were more corpses. Corpses of everybody I knew and in the end, it would be Carl who would finish my life.
I heard snarls and I immediately ran to the window. Plenty of corpses were outside the house. What if they had got in downstairs? What if they had got to Carl? I couldn't bear losing him, not again. He meant the world to me. I felt tears brim my eyes as the image of Carl as a walker kept coming back. I remembered my first day in the apocalypse. I had been drenched waiting for Tom and when he finally had come, he looked sick. He was all pale and he definitely wasn't good-looking anymore. He had bloodshot eyes and when he had leaned down, I thought he was going to kiss me but instead he proceeded to take a huge bite of my face. I had pushed him back with all my might but he was older and bigger. He'd climbed on me and I had taken the hairpin from my intricate bundle of hair and stabbed him in the eye with it. That didn't work so I stabbed him numerously. It felt kind of good now. He had always been the centre of my attention throughout my school life and he distracted me from what was really good, Carl. I had run straight to Carl's house from there and upon finding it empty, I attempted to travel back to my own home. I never really thought about it much, about my family's death but it's like it all just hit me in the gut right now. How my mom had approached me with blood dripping from her mouth and how I had shot her in a blink of an eye.
I felt a tear slide down my cheek and I quickly wiped it away. I couldn't stay here in any longer, alone. I wore my slippers and ran downstairs. Carl was sprawled out on the couch. I went up to him and put a hand on his cheek. He looked adorable while sleeping. He flinched a little. I wanted to wake him up. The memory of me stabbing him while he ate me came up again. I shook that thought out of my head and sat next to him. I pushed his hair out of his eyes and stared at him. It would look really creepy if anybody saw me right now but he looked so peaceful and innocent. So different from what he was in real life. The way he had killed those corpses was scary, it's like he showed no remorse. I knew that you couldn't afford to feel bad about every corpse you killed but I still hesitated every time. I wish he would wake up right now so I could look into those blue eyes of his. I couldn't believe this. Had I really fallen for him?
What was wrong with me? He was my best friend for god sakes. He thought of me as that, nothing more. Then to just counter everything I just thought, I did something so dumb I wish I could kill myself for it. I leaned down and brushed my lips against his.
It was just a small one-way kiss but I could feel my heartbeat racing. I pulled away and much to my disappointment, he was still asleep. I took off my slippers and slipped in next to him. Since the couch was so small, it barely had place for one person, I was half on top of him. I had one arm wrapped tight around his stomach to stop myself from falling. I nuzzled my face in his neck and put one leg between his as I settled down next to him. When I was comfortable and sure that I wouldn't fall down during sleeping, I drifted off.
A/N: Sorry if this chapter was too small and mostly fluff but this was to show Nat's feelings. Thoughts?