Albert Einstein concluded in his later years that the past, present, and future all exist simultaneously. He believed there is no true division between past and future, there is rather a single existence.
And now I know what he meant, because in this moment, things seemed to slow down and everything ,Estes together. The way Carl's head would tilt back when I made a silly face, or the way he would make up silly excuses just to touch me. He craved my contact constantly, he wanted nothing more than to be around me.
Carl was sitting beside me as I strummed the chord on my guitar, I was giving it a well needed tuning. The way that Carl watched with utter interest amused me. It was like I was the only thing that occupied the room.
The fire had been started by Hershel, and the heat could be felt from our seats on the old couch.
"Dad hasn't come back yet." Carl said running a hand through his dark hair.
"I'm sure he's fine, Carl." I said rubbing his back reassuringly.
"I'm going after him, I have this terrible gut feeling." Carl muttered before standing up from his spot beside me and jogging outside before any of the adults could catch him.
I didn't get a second word in so I just watched him run down the field form the dirty window. I sighed and placed my guitar over my shoulder with the synthetic strap.
Time slowly speed up again as I watched his blurry figure disappear through the setting sun.
I flopped down on the couch once again, this time without Carl to keep me safe from the monsters that roamed the earth. I reached over to the coffee table where an old pistol sat, unloaded. I picked up the cold object and twirled it in my hands. It was hard for me to process the fact that the tiny trigger could cause death to many creatures. Dead or alive.
I gathered the brass bullets and stuffed them in my pocket, followed by the small pistol. If I was going to get over my fear, then now would be a good time.
I casually walked into the kitchen where Beth was cooking dinner while Maggie was scrubbing dishes in the sink. I sat up on the counter and nibbled on a carrot.
Beth and Maggie treated me as if I was their sister, Beth gave me clothes while Maggie would play with my hair and talk about Glenn non stop.
Maggie smirked at me, "you and Carl hey?" Beth giggled after the words slipped from Maggie's mouth.
I could feel my cheeks burn hot and I put my head down, allowing my crimson waves to cover my red cheeks.
"She's blushing!" Beth said giggling.
I glance up at Maggie, "I mean, I like him a lot." I muttered.
"But he would never like a girl like me." I finished .
"What the hell do you mean?" Maggie asked.
"I don't know, ugly, fat, helpless, girls like me." I stated.
Beth slammed her hands on the counter and grabbed my hand. She pulled me through the halls and into the bathroom, followed by Maggie.
Beth lifted the front if my shirt, "see that? That's skinny." She pulled my hair from my face.
"See that? That's pretty!"
Maggie picked up a bible from the counter top. "This here is help." She said handing my the book.
I was speechless, I had just seen myself in a whole new light.
I hugged Beth tight and Maggie joined in.
I heard Andrea yelling from the porch. "Walkers!" We scurried from the bathroom and into the living room.
Carl and Rick where running from a community of walkers. They where chased toward the barn. My heart lurched in my chest as I watched him run into the barn.
I grabbed the pistol from my pocket and struggled to get the bullets into the gun.
Once they where loaded, I insured that my boots where on and my guitar was secure on my back before running out the front door.
Walkers where scattered around the farm, I smelt smoke and I heard screams and moans.
I ran blindly through the walkers, only shooting when one would come to close for comfort.
I ran until I reached the RV, Glenn was in the drivers seat. I jumped in through the door and held it open as Carl ran inside behind me.
A walker reached for his shoulder but I reacted quickly, a bullet fired form my pistol and lodged itself in the walkers brain.
Carl slammed the door closed an Glenn slammed his foot on the gas, we lurched forward as Carl and I took our seats.
Carl sat beside me and pulled me onto his lap, his breathing laboured.
"Thank god you made it." He said breathlessly.
I rested my head on his chest after I set my guitar down on the Rv's table.
He kissed my cheek repetitively, I felt my cheeks burn a familiar red colour.