Apocalypse - TWD Fanfic

Chapter 11

I wake up to gunfire and people screaming.

I jolt up and see Carl.

He grabs my hand and runs through the main entrance.

A man with a tank is out the front, and I see him cutting Hershel's head off with Michonne's sword.

Maggie's screaming, Beth's crying and everyone is firing guns.

Carl hands me a gun and we shoot at the people, me hitting three of them.

Then the walkers come.

"Judith!" Carl jumps up and starts to run away.

"No! Carl," I grab his hand.

"But-" a bullet barely misses him.

"Carl, we have to go!" I tug him along.

He eventually gives in and runs after me.

We enter the woods, leaving the sound of gunfire and screaming behind us.

Carl's pissed off.

He storms ahead of me, clutching his gun and glaring into the distance.

The thing is he's not annoyed at me, he's angry about losing Judith and Rick.

His sister's most likely dead, and Rick's probably still back there fighting the man.

We enter a town which has a row of houses.

We go in one and clean it all out.

The neighbourhood is quiet and no walkers are in sight.

I push the couch in front on the door and Carl does a knot around the door handle to be sure.

Later that night, I decide it's safe enough to make a small fire in the fireplace.

I go up stairs and see that there's only one bedroom.

I groan and go in.

Whatever, Carl probably won't sleep tonight.

I slip my boots off and hang my blood-soaked jacket on a hangar.

I crawl in and face the wall.

The bed's big, so if he does decide to sleep he'll be away from me.

Ten minutes later, Carl comes in and quietly gets in.

He thinks I'm asleep.

I can feel his body heat from here and I can tell he's crying.

I turn over and look at him.

"Carl?" I ask quietly.

He looks at me and I see tears pouring down his face.

I scoot forward and hug him.

He buries his head in my shoulder and sobs.

"It's going to be okay." I whisper.