I'd Kill For Them

by Im just.idk

Jay Brady has been all alone in the apocalypse. Barely getting out of Atlanta alive, starving for days on end, and she's only 13. Living in the trees by the West Georgia Correctional Facility, she goes in from time to time to heal her wounds. Little did she know that her life was about to change when that boy with the hat suddenly enters the infirmary. Some AU, Carl/OC

3. Chapter 3

Sorry if I added another chapter kind of late and that it's sort of short. I've still got a case of writer' block, but I'm still trying to make it longer. I try to publish every Thursday when you guys want me to continue. So R&R or just tell me if I should continue... Hope you like it :)

Jay's POV

We talked all night long. Now, I feel like I've known Carl for years. We learned each other's favorite things, our lives before the outbreak, and way more. When we finally got some sleep, I heard a loud thud from outside the cell.

I quickly woke Carl up and unsheathed the knife that was still on me before bolting out the doorway. There were at least a dozen and a half zombies coming in the block, and most of the group the can really handle a weapon were either out patrolling or on a run. Do they even know what's happening? I thought as I took down one after another.

Then, I noticed that Hershel's daughter (Beth..?) was under one of them, trying her best to push it away. Finally, Carl ran out of the cell, and I yelled through the groans and moans to help Beth. He got there within seconds and shot the zombie in the head before pulling it off of her. As suddenly as it started, it was over and, zombie corpses lay all around. The clanking of rapid footsteps echoed as Mr. Grimes came rushing in. "Is everyone alright?" he hollered, out of breath.

Beth, Carl, and I then walked toward him. "Yes, we're all fine," Beth finally said, "If it wasn't for Carl, I would've been walker food by now." Carl gave a small half-smile but objected, "Actually, Jay was the one who woke me up just in time, and she's the one who directed me to help Beth first." Before I could tell them that I should get going and thank them, Carl looked at me before asking his dad if I could stay…permanently.

So now, he knows me so well that he knows what I'm going to say? I thought. "Today, you've shown that we can trust you, and you don't seem too bad with that knife of yours. You can stay, only if you want to," Mr. Grimes told me as he placed his hands on his waist.

I sighed and finally said, after Carl tilted his head down with a look of sadness, "Okay, Where do I stay?"