I'm going to skip over Mia, yet again. And I'm going to tell you, again, that it will all fall together. Working on making chapters longer and such. Keep the reviews up! ~A.C~
Carl
"So, the run is to an old abandoned house. Hoping to find supplies or something," Dad explains in the car.
He turned a corner and found a house that fit Dad's description perfectly. It was very old. It looked at least two stories high. It had moss and vines climbing up the side of the house, and several windows were cracked. I was back up of Daryl and Dad. They went in first, then me. The inside was just as dingy and old as the outside. The wooden floors had several planks of wood missing, and furniture was very dirty. The stairs were intact, but it looked like they wouldn't be that way for long. Dad snuck to the base of the stairs. He was about to step up to the first step when a body came into view. Dad backed up and let the person down the stairs. The person was a boy; he held a gun in his shaking hands. He looked very scared, but his face was the only part of his body I could see. The rest of him was covered in blood.
"What do you want," he said faintly.
"We were looking for some supplies, and we hadn't realized…" Dad started.
The boy fainted before Dad could finish the sentence.
"Let's take the kid with us, patch him up, and send him packing," Daryl said.
Dad reluctantly agreed. Daryl picked the kid up with ease, because he was entirely too skinny for his size. He had to be nearly as tall as Daryl. His blonde hair fell in his closed eyes when Daryl picked him up. He bound his hands and feet first, and then set him in the backseat with me. We then returned to the prison with no supplies and an extra mouth to feed.
"Herschel!" Dad yelled once we entered the prison.
Herschel hobbled over, and he saw the boy in Daryl's arms, he started to bark orders.
"I need a gurney and a wet cloth, stat!"
Beth and Maggie snapped into action quickly. Beth rolled the gurney into the room and Maggie grabbed the washcloth and started to wipe the blood from his body. Mia grabbed a chair for Herschel and he started to inspect the boy's body.
"I don't see any bites, but he's obviously been in a fight or two," Herschel concluded. "I'll need to stitch him up."
Maggie got up and got him the materials he needed. Meanwhile, I moved over to a scared looking Mia.
"What the hell happened?" she asked.
"We were going to an old house on a run and he happened to be there. He was already in this state when we got there. He passed out when Dad started explaining why we were there," I explained.
She nodded. Herschel continued to lap up the blood that covered the boy's body. He was almost finished, and now you could see the terrible cuts and bruises that covered his torso. We lifted up the leg of his pants and found he had badly broken his leg; it stuck out at an awkward angle.
"We'll need to make a run for materials, unless we have a leg brace and crutches," Herschel said.
"I saw some earlier," Beth says
"How long will it be 'till he's up and running?" Dad asked.
"Considering the lacerations and contusions, along with this impressive break here, I'm going to have to say at least 3 months," Herschel diagnosed.
Dad let out a long sigh. Maggie returned with the materials needed to stitch up a couple of his cuts. We left while he did this because he needed concentration when he did this.
Soon enough, Herschel let us back into the room, and the boy stirred.
"Can you hear me?' Dad asked.
The kid mumbled something that must've been "yes."
"Ok, good. He's awake. What's your name kid?" Herschel asked.
"Chandler," he replied.
"Alright Chandler, can I ask you what happened to you?" Herschel asked.
"Group ganged up on me. Tortured me 'cos they didn't believe I was alone. I escaped and ran to the house. Then you guys showed up," he said, loud as he could.
"I can believe that. You have some deep lacerations. I've already stitched them up. You've got some bad bruising; those will just need time. You've also got a broken leg. We have a brace and crutches here," Herschel elaborates.
The boy nods.
"How long will I be here?" he mumbles.
"I'm guessing about 3 months," Herschel says.
Chandler groans. He puts his head in his hands.
"I'm sorry kid. In all my years, I haven't seen anyone recover from a break this bad in less than 3 months," Herschel apologizes.
He looks up. "Well, long as I'm here, might as well know y'all's names."
He goes along the line of people lining the walls. First was Dad, followed by Beth, Maggie, Carol, who was holding Judith, Daryl, Glenn, Mia and then me. After being introduced, Beth wheeled Luke to a cell.
I looked down at Mia. He seems really worried. I nudge her with my elbow.
"You alright?" I ask.
She snaps her head up and looks at me.
"Yeah. I just haven't seen anything that intense since…" she trailed off.
I knew exactly what she was talking about.
"Hey, you don't have to talk about if you don't want to," I say to her softly.
She looks up at me.
"Thank you," she whispered.
I hugged her, resting my head on hers. Then we walked down to our cell, hand in hand, yet again
What? Another boy? What's gonna happen? Well, you guys'll just have to figure out yourselves... Keep reviews up! ~A.C~