This is the End: Final Book of Carl Grimes Series

Chapter 10

Molly's POV

Shock had taken over my body. I couldn't feel anything. Oliver, out of all people, had to come back and fuck with us. Maybe the dreams I was having were telling me something. Maybe they were being tortured at this very second and I, at any moment, could be put into a glass tank and get killed, hearing the screams of my own friends being killed. Everything was going slow at the moment. I could'nt feel anything, my body moving slow around the floor. My hand goes to the blood, pooling around the letters. I hear Carl get on his knees next to me, touching my back. I choke on the air, trying to catch some. My hand goes farther into the blood, circling around. I ruin the letters and bring my hand to my face, the blood dripping down my face. The only words still visable were thought, dead, and Oliver. I breath again, Carl's hands going to my bloody cheeks.

"Hey, hey. It's gonna be fine." My eyes roll around as he speaks. I thought that for awhile but I knew Carl was just making shit up. I couldn't say anything. I wish I could. The only things coming out right now were "huhh" and "aooo" because my brain had shut down.

"CARL YOU ALWAYS SAY THINGS ARE GONNA BE OKAY! IT'S BULLSHIT! FUCK OFF CARL! YOU ALWAYS SCREW THINGS UP! IT'S DUMB! I KNEW THIS WAS GONNA HAPPEN! I KNEW IT FROM THE START! WE SHOULD'VE NEVER MET!" I thought. I'm glad I didn't say it cause he would've never talked to me again.  I just get tired of his shit sometimes. It gets me all worked up.

My ears open up and I can hear again. My eyes can now see normally. I thought I was going crazy until I saw Carl with blood on his cheek and hands. My cheeks felt warm and I see myself through Carl's pupils. I knew this was not a dream. It was something too bad to be not true. Carl gets up and helps me up. I let go of his bloody hands and step over the blood pool. 

"ANDREW? STEPH? RIYAN? JOHN?" I yell out, my voice squeaks.

I hear a creak in the floor and take my gun in my hand. If that crazy son of bitch was in my house. I was gonna shoot him no if ands or buts. I hear a drop of a glass and turn around, my gun pointed infront of myself. I see him there, his sandy blonde hair and light green eyes. He was clutching a new brown teddy bear with red buttons as the eyes. His eyes were looking at the glass on the floor. I look to the glass and see blood dripping from it. I didn't know if I should be looking up or down at the moment. I dart my head up and he is now looking at Carl. Oliver cocks his head and his iris' get big. 

"Don't move." I heard a voice behind me. I didn't recongize the voice. I listened and didn't move, at all. I feel cold hands on my butt.

"Don't touch me!" I flinch back and a barrel of a gun goes to my head.

"I said don't fucking move." He snarls back. He has a black bandana wrapped around his mouth, taking his whiskey breath out of my face. He was wearing a gray tank that was ripped up, showing his muscly arms. To finish off the look, he was wearing denim jeans that had a white powder covering the knees. His eyes were light brown but bloodshot. His bald head shined. 

I turn back around, facing Oliver. He was on the ground in the corner of the room. 

Holy shit. My dream, the one where he was sitting in the corner with a plane. Then, he stabbed me in the stomach. This was not happening.

I come back and face reality. The guy pats his hands down my body, probably searching me. He walks over to Carl and does the same, he pulls out a blue wrapper.

"What the hell is this for?! You look like a 8 year old!" The man holds up the wrapper, showing the front to me. I knew it was a condom but why would Carl have it? Carl gulps.

"FUCKING ANSWER THE DAMN QUESTION!" The man spits.

"First off, I'm 15. You should know what those are for. Haven't you ever had sex? Oh wait. Your a douche." Carl spits back. The man growls and turns Carl around with his hand. The next thing hurt me. The man began to hit Carl over and over, punching his neck and face. I knew if I did anything I would get it.

"STOP!" I cry into my hands.

The man finally stops and Carl's face is covered in blue and black bruises. He stands up, wiping his face of blood and sweat. Carl walks over and puts his head in my chest. I hold his neck and protect him. I feel tears fall into my bra. I pet down Carl's hair so I can see the man clearly.

"Why are you here?" I ask the man in a calm tone.

"Revenge." I hear Oliver pace under his breath.

"I heard what you did to him. Stranded him all alone. A FUCKING 12 YEAR OLD!"

"HE WAS A THREAT! HE WAS GONNA KILL US! HE TRIED TO STAB CARL!"

"Carl's dead." Oliver whispers.

Carl lifts his head out of my shirt and looks at him.

"Sure as hell doesn't look like I'm dead."

He leans against the wall next to me. I look back to the man. The man nods to Oliver. I cock my head, looking at the man. I walk over to him, grabbing the collar of his tanktop. I wasn't afraid anymore. I was strong.

"Where is our group?" I growl. He gulps, not answering.

"I SAID WHERE IS OUR GROUP!"

He now looks scared. I was afraid to see what Oliver was doing but it was too late. The man's eyes get wide. I gulp, letting go of his collar. I turn around and see Oliver, standing over Carl's body. He had a piece of glass in his hand. The glass was covered in blood. I hear Carl groan as Oliver turns his head. His face is covered in blood.

"Don't worry, he'll come back. I didn't hurt his brain." He smirks.

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AN: again like the comics and the show. Dale's twins and Mika with Lizzie. sorry for the cliffhangers, i've been having writers block and plus it's summer and i like going out more. i'll hopefully update by tuesday. :)

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