Hi friends!

I'm so ecstatic about the response so far. I watched the mid season finale the other day and i'm just so fucking crushed. But I'm still super pumped about this story so lets get on with it.

-Enjoy

It was very lonely for Carl in the first few days. He had nobody to talk to, and nobody to comfort him. He believed that these feelings were making him weak, that they would grate him down into a soft little child. Although, in reality, that's what he was.

The first town he came across wasn't too bad. It seemed like a normal little neighbourhood, and well stocked. He could have stayed for a small while longer, but a small group of adults came in. A group of four, and their leader was a very large ginger haired man that Carl knew he had no chance against in a fight. All he had got from that town was a few cans of food and the knowledge to keep moving on.

His bike was beginning to be his best friend. It was a washed out yellow, and he had fashioned on a basket to the front to hold all of his food. Carl had named the bike wrinkle, since that was the bikes brand name. He'd talk to the bike from time to time, even though he knew it was crazy. It just kept his mind occupied.

His back was aching from not finding a great place to sleep each night. Each town he had traveled to was occupied by a few people, and he didn't want to run in with anybody. But it seemed fate had a different plan for him.

It was hot. Deadly hot outside, and while Carl rode his bike down the middle of the road he could feel the heat rising off the pavement in waves. There was no tree cover on the heat magnet, and even though Carl knew it was dangerous, there was no way he could ride his bike on the grass. The Bike just couldn't take that sort of strain.

Then all of a sudden Carl was hit by a hard force throwing him off his bike and flat on the burning road. He shuffled up quickly and tried to pull out his knife, but a voice stopped him.

"Sirius, what are you doing?" The voice was young and when Carl's vision finally stopped swimming, he saw that it came from a boy around his age. He was running towards the the large black mass which was now hovering over him.

"I'm so sorry, please don't kill him. I don't know what happened."

Carl didn't even know what to say. He looked over finally realising that what slammed into him was a large black dog. It was sitting calmly by Carl, panting with its tongue hanging from its mouth.

"Sirius come here!" The boy demanded.

The dog got up slowly and walked over to where the boy was while the kid himself went to go help Carl get back on his feet. Carl flinched away as the kids hand came into contact with his skin, but he after he saw the boy give a lopsided grin, he decided to give a chance to him.

"I'm Harry." The kid introduced himself, then pointed to the dog who was sitting beside him. "And that old man is Sirius."

"Carl." He replied looking wearily at the two in front of him.

Carl couldn't help it but Harry's eyes were capturing his attention, he had never seen such green eyes in his life before. After getting of the colour of his eyes Carl registered Harry's accent.

"Where are you from Harry?" Carl asked. "You don't sound like most people around here, or who would have lived around here I guess."

"I'm from the Uk. So is Sirius. We came here on accident." Harry said. "We were trying to get down to Mexico."

"Mexico?" Carl questioned aloud. "Why go to Mexico?"

Harry just gave a shug that was accompanied with a small smile. "Well bodies rot faster in heat right?

Carl just nodded. He hadn't thought of that.

"Would you like to come with us?" Harry asked.

Sirius startled Carl by whining, but Harry quickly sushed the animal.

"I would Harry, but I need to find my dad. We got seperated the other day, and I need to find him... I need to find my group." Carl explained.

Harry nodded, then quickly turned around and pulled Sirius into a huddle. "We should help him." Carl heard him whisper. He never heard Sirius say anything, he was a dog afterall, but it seemed they had finally agreed on something.

"We'll help you find your dad. But then, depending on the situation, we may head down south afterwards." Harry smiled softly kicking Sirius as the dog seemed to huff in annoyance.

"Alright." Carl nodded. For the first time since the prison he felt hope flutter in the pit of his stomach. "I've been following this road, because I strongly believe that this is the road they took."

Carl looked at his bike which now had a bent wheel. He sighed a little at the loss of his little bike friend, but it was a good exchange for real company.

"Sooooo, you think they went this way?" Harry asked. "Did they walk off while you were sleeping?"

Carl shook his head. "Where I lived got attacked. It was chaos, and even though I tried calling out to them-"

Harry could see Carl was having trouble explaining what had happened. He felt bad for his new friend, even Sirius went over and rubbed on the boy's side trying to give him comfort.

"Don't worry Carl. I'll help you, even if we grow old till we are ninety. I'll stay and help you find your dad." Harry tried to give his friend a small smile, but it was hard when the mood was so somber.

"Thank you Harry." Carl managed to get out.

The two stood in an awkward teen silence for a while not knowing what to do or say. Then finally Sirius barked at the two and started walking down the road where Carl was first heading. Harry chuckled and ran after Sirius shouting words so quickly that Carl couldn't keep up with hearing what his new friend was saying. He started to sprint after the two hoping that the dog would slow down just a little bit.

Seeing his new friends run down the road, Carl knew that this was going to be the start of a very long journey.

-Fizzydrink101