I have bad news.

I think we are nearing the end.

Of the story, that is.

Anyway, Here is a chapter! I'm so sorry I haven't updated in forever. Writer's block SUCKS. Anyway, hope you enjoyed, and I'm trying to update all of my stories today, and since this one is nearing the end, I might start a new one! So, enough talk. Time to read! ~A.C~

Carl

I helped Dad pour the last shovelful of dirt onto Chandler's grave. Everyone, except for Mia, was gathered around, silent.

"We should be used to it by now," I heard Maggie whisper to Glenn.

He nodded in reply with a somber look etched on his face. Dad placed his shovel down and headed back to the prison. Some people lingered, while others followed closely behind Dad.

Not me, though.

I didn't move a muscle. I just stood, staring, shovel still in hand. I felt a few droplets of rain on my head, and I looked up. I hadn't noticed how accurately the weather reflected my, and undoubtedly everyone else's, mood. Even though this happens regularly, it doesn't mean we aren't upset. We don't cry anymore, but everyone is put off for a day or two.

The rain was pouring now, turning the freshly dug dirt into mud. I could feel my hair sticking to my forehead and my neck. I looked at the prison, which contained my family. They don't understand my intentions. They don't understand my anything. They don't understand…

"I did what I had to do," I heard an unfamiliar, terrifying voice say.

I looked around to see who uttered those strange words, but I was completely alone. That could only mean one thing:

I was the strange voice. I am the strange voice.

I looked down at my hands. They've killed innocent people. Crippled people. Mothers. They've hugged the trigger many times; more than any teenaged hands should. I picked up my gun. It fit nicely in my hand. The wooden handle was damp and cold from the current downpour, but, somehow, that made it feel more right. I placed my pointer finger ever so carefully on the trigger, almost afraid that if I moved without enough purpose and care, another bullet will rocket from the device and take another innocent life.

It was almost mocking me.

Who will it be next, Carl? Dad? Judith?

Mia?

The gun was right. I could just get rid of the gun.

Or I could just remove myself from any possibilities of hurting anyone. I shoved the lethal device into it's holster and turned in the direction of the woods.

That's where I would go.

I couldn't hurt anyone there. I know Mia would be happy I went.

One step towards happiness for everyone here.

Two.

Three.

"Carl!"

Four.

"Stop!"

Five.

"You'll die out there."

I whirled around and looked at my obstacle in its bright green eyes.

"What if I said I didn't care?"

The eyes flickered with emotions; sadness, anger, desperation.

Love?

"I would say that I did,"

A hand gripped my shoulder. Electricity shot up and down my arm and made my heart beat faster. I shook the hand off of my shoulder, but the hand only grabbed mine. Another cupped the side of my face to make me look at the bewitching green eyes.

"Carl, I do care. I didn't mean anything that I said to you. You can't die. I love you too much."

Tears escaped the eyes. They slid down rosy cheeks and the corners of perfectly crafted lips. The first tear dropped from the face, and onto our joined hands.

I let the obstacle drag me away and sit me down on a bench. A new obstacle with brown boots and stained jeans entered my view.

"Carl. Look at me."

I kept my eyes on the floor, refusing to look.

"Carl! Look at me!"

I lifted my head and stared at the new obstacle.

"I don't want to. You are an obstacle. Both of you. Just let me leave. I will hurt you if I don't," I stated, monotonously.

No one replied. No one touched me. No one spoke.

So, I stood.

And I walked.

And I left.

And no one has come after me.

Yet.

Oooh! Insane teenager! I actually saw an interview with Chandler Riggs (Carl) in which he says that Carl is gonna be a little scrambled in the head next season, so insane teenager might describe a majority of Carl's scenes...

Anyway, hope you enjoyed. I'll try to do the last updates of this story relatively close together, and I'll probably post the new story shortly after. OC's encouraged! I already have a main character, but anyone she might... run into or something would be fantastic! Just review or PM me with ideas.

~A.C~