accidental encounter

twenty.

| carl pov |

The urge was still in me.

I needed some kind of rush. It then all clicked. I know what I can do. I ran into the town and scavenged the store. I pulled a lighter out of the package, and started filling a cart with paper bags.

I pushed the cart towards a house at the corner. I pulled it in and placed it in the living room. I dropped a match and ran.
I sat out front and watched the flames grow.

My eyes glowed with the flames.

I ran around and started a small Indian chant.

I turned to see her.

y/n.

"Y/n!? You're alive!" I ran towards her.
she vanished.

"Carl?" I turned around quickly.

"How did you do that?" I looked at her dumbfounded.

"Why are you doing this?" She looked angelic.

"I..i" she interrupted me. "It's okay now carl. Don't worry."

I ran towards her and she disappeared. I was greeted with, a hideous zombie.

I look to see a large herd forming.

At least 30.

I smirked, "now this is what I like."

I raised my axe, and blacked out.

I remember seeing my axe fly in a circle and taking out heads. I remember ripping off arms. I remember having a large creepy, evil smile the entire time.

I could feel all those killer thoughts in my body slowly going back to their hibernation state. My body began to slip back to child carl, the vulnerable carl. The carl that I hated. When the rage went away I awoke to zombie bodies all over.

I was covered in blood and guts.

I grabbed the fishing line from my pocket.
An idea popped into my head. I began cutting off fingers, I'd dig a hole into it and place it on my string. I gathered about 20 and placed it around my neck.

"Perfect." I smiled big.

I wiped my axe and skipped back towards the cabin.

Crazy carl is happy.

I swung the axe in circles and stared at the moon. It made me think of the night that she and I ate the stale marshmallows
and watched the stars.The thought of her suffering angered me more. I tossed the axe and hacked away at tree.

I screamed and yelled until I could no more.

Fuck this world.

Why am I still here. There's no point.

Why do we fight to live?

I decided I'd go back to the cabin and grab my stuff and leave. There's no point if she's not around. I'm too unstable to be around Judith. Plus all that place reminds me of is her.

I walked towards the front door. I slowly pushed it open to see my father in a chair.

"Come in." He mumbled.

I shut the door behind me and he turned on a light.

He looked at me and yelled, "What happened to you?"

"Nothing don't worry" I spat at him.

"You know I have to worry." He got up.

"Why?! Who cares dad we all die."

"Carl, don't do this."

I scoffed and took off my boots, "I'm grabbing my stuff and leaving."

He looked at me confused.

"Nothing is changing my mind."

"Let's at least clean you up."

I rolled my eyes, "I like looking like this."

"Why are you leaving carl?"

"I don't need to be here anymore."

"Carl... You know that.." I cut him off.

"Nothing will change my mind." I glared at him.

"You sure?" Rick mumbled.

I heard heavy footsteps and shuffling come from another room.

There she was.

Fragile and looked so ill but it was y/n.

She was alive. She looked at me with a smile. It quickly turned to a panicked scare. Tears flowed down her face and I knew why. I looked in the mirror and saw a crazy man.

This wasn't her carl. She's terrified of me.