Before you start reading, yes, this is a bit of a filler, but I have another chapter already written out, more entertaining, and way longer than this one. I'm just going to proof read it in a little while and I'm going to post it as soon as I can. So today is a double update day! YAAAAYYY!!! i think. well, I love the next chapter. XD So, stay tuned I guess? Like, dont' worry, I will update again, not that you would worry, i mean, ok ok, whatever. read away!
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"Dammit!!" A crash goes off after a simple curse, entire frustration to fill the room but never cease, even if it's being nursed by throwing random object against hard walls.
"Will you please calm down?"
"It's been almost 2 weeks! 2 weeks and you're men haven't found her. That fvcking child," One of the ambassadors or rather instructors of the small colony shakes his head trying to assess the situation again. "She's a fvcking little child! 15 years old and they can't find her? How many men did you even send?"
"How many men did you grant me?" Dr. Markasson fixes his cuff without giving much serious attention to the man trashing his office; he just sits there, slightly annoyed and with his leg crossed.
"Whatever it is we'll double it. We need to get her found. If you're telling me the truth, which I hope for your sake, you fvcking snake in the grass, there is no way in heIl she's going to get to D.C. They'll just ruin this."
"What if she's already dead?" The father in question, simply thinking over and over about that possibility that his daughter is dead, has churned his thoughts for weeks, and he's finally had to ask out loud to someone who would care about this idea. "The creatures out there, they aren't to be messed with. Maybe I overestimated her." He shifts in his seat, wondering.
"Over-Damm you Dave." The gray haired, 70 year old laughs before rubbing the stubble on his jaw. "And if she is dead? We die? Everything's over?"
"Well, let's put it this way, I might not need her as much as I thought. There must be something I can do with the blood I already have... So if you're reinforcements can't procure her," David Markasson stand and glides with ease in his lab coat next to the man giving him a headache. "Kill her before she gets to D.C."
"Are you out of your mind?"
"Better to have her lost to the world than in someone else's capable hands."
And with a simple pat on his acquaintances shoulder, he smiles and leaves to go back to his lab, where he's determined to get to work once more.
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-Spes' P.O.V.-
"Get up! Get up!" My fingers wrap around Carl's shoulder at the sight of a walker tripping on a fallen log only a few yards away, many others dragging themselves closer, looking like men that have had too much to drink and are slurring themselves across the earth.
A few in numbers were at first, too difficult to even think of killing.
This.
This endless sound of walkers that appear to go on for miles, the resemblance it has to my dream...all of them coming to me, blind, rampant, horrifying, and in complete power.
The size of this army that keeps me frozen as Carl get's up, the image of them shaking small trees out of their way, dirty and possessed with a taste for our open flesh.
This is what we're up against?!
This is what we're facing?!
"Come on!" I feel Carl try to pull me, my body still at the realization, the horrible realization, that the world is crumbling, being eaten, literally, and there is nothing stopping them.
We are victims, and we're going to die.
We're fvcked.
"Spes! Dammit!" I feel a shock of heat hit my cheek that lands me on the ground, the dull slap of Carl's hand on my face has me shaking a bit, but fvck, what the heIl!?
"What?!"
"Get up! Come on! Snap out of it!" I watch him reach out for me and I immediately wrap my hand to grasp his forearm while he does the same.
"I need to get my stuff!" I don't even wait for him to say anything. I just feel the adrenaline rush me to my sh1t, the Infected already rounding the house and standing several feet away. Okay, just stuff the speakers into my bag, grab the sword-
"Come on!" Carl is already waiting for me, his weapon pulled out to aim and fire, and I make the mistake of turning my head to look at a walker nearby when I feel one right behind me, the way it begins to pin me down on the porch while the other starts to come at my endangered life has me sucking the earth's entire atmosphere into my throat with how badly I just got surprised.
A simple ping of shot has both of them dead though and if it were any other day, I'd take my fvcking time to process this sh1t, but it's today, and it has me kicking the dead as$hole off and sitting up to sprint directly towards Carl, peaceful day gone, invasion of death taking over, while we run as fast as we can to leave the overthrown shack.
After 10 minutes, I'm already starting to feel the strain under my chest at how fast I'm running, craving some fvcking oxygen before I pass out or my legs fall off from how hard I'm working them.
Carl isn't even wearing his hat. He's got it in his hand and is running just as fast as I am, well, a little faster, and we're practically a mile away from where we just got the sh1t scared out of us when we finally stop, my hands on my knees, my chest heaving in and out, and my face cold from the slight chill in the air that I didn't notice before. Fvck, I'm never smoking if this is what it feels like.
Ok. Ok. Alive. I'm alive.
We're both ok. Just breathe.
Drink some water.
"Carl?" I heave. "Can I have some-"
"What the heIl was that?" I look up to see my crush standing up straight, a little out of breath, but occupied enough with glaring at me to disregard it.
Um...
"Excuse me?" I take a large inhale of air before standing posturing up, my loose, long sleeved shirt, almost see through white material starts to stick to my sweating skin while my black tank hugs my developing figure, it's fitting shape suddenly feels confining since I'm breathing so hard.
"I said, what the heIl was that?!" I watch Carl take a step forward after he finally manages his breathing, only to have it out of control again because he seems so pissed off.
Are we back to the hating each other sh1t? What the fvck did I do?!
"If you're talking about me teaching you a lesson by dragging your scrawny as$ off the bike, so sorry, will not happen again!" I frown and shake my hands at him, pissed that we just barely escaped with our lives from a fvcking herd, oh my sh1t, a fvcking herd of walkers and he's still whining about me getting physical with him!?
Unbelievable!
What is it with him? Nobody has ever given me such a hard time! I guess what they say is right. 2 big dominant personalities just don't mix.
I'm not one to back down, and neither is he. We're both alike in that sense, and we bump heads because of it. Why can't he just be a little b1tch and accept that I'm not a docile girly girl?! Gosh!
Ok. I wouldn't really like that...but, dammit! He's just so...
Manly. He's manly.
Damm and that's so attractive too.
Boys back home were rough and played rough and all that sh1t, but it's because they were dumbas$es. They were always so vulgar too and piglike. Carl. He's different like that. He's mature, manly, even if he is still just a boy or guy or whatever.
Definitely a challenge to deal with given my personality, but for some reason, I think that's one of the things I've started liking the most about him.
It definitely keeps me on my toes. Definitely keeps me wanting more.
I want more. I want him.
Lately, I've found myself wishing, that I could belong to him. That he could belong to me. That we could belong to each other. But I'm probably just feeding my little girl romance fantasies, and like always, I'm just ignoring it until I can get away from it.
It's happened in the past, me wanting something, and refusing it, walking away from it so that I will get over it and not need it anymore.
But, I've never wanted anything this badly before in my life.
So I kind of don't like him being mad at me right now. I mean, I find myself caving, like he's my one weakness, the rage in his eyes that overpowers my stubbornness...but I still won't back down. This is ridiculous. Full on bullsh1t.
Right now, I may have a crush on him, but he's being a complete baby!
"Not that! Are you crazy?! I don't care that you pinned me down!" Carl makes it to the spot right in front of me, and I'm already matching his strong stare, refusing to back down from him when he grabs my arms, abruptly, but gently. "You froze! You could've gotten killed! Then what?!" He yells in my face, something which, quite frankly, I did not see coming.
He's worried about me freezing up? Seriously?
"You slapped the heIl out of me! It's fine!" I spit, refusing to admit I'm the problem and reach for any excuse to pardon my inexperience to this world and all its frights.
Besides, who is Carl to lecture me? Aha...Bingo. Nobody.
Tch. Dammit! I'm really confused! If he didn't care, I'd be hurt, I admit it. Gosh, why is liking him messing me up so much?
Because I don't think he likes me back, therefore he has no right to show me any affection, unless it's the kind I want.
I've had a lot of sleepless nights to think about this situation, and so far, I'm gathering that I'm fvcked up in the head and really desperate for something to change, even though I don't admit it to myself as much as I feel it.
Is this how it always goes when you like someone?
"It's not fine!" He almost whines. "You could've died! You were just standing there! You were gonna let them eat you!" His tone turns from a fearful element to a lecturing one.
The second he changed thought process I felt his grip tighten on me and I was almost alarmed at how strong it was, how different it was to anyone else who had ever grabbed my hand, shoulder, arm, anything.
"That's why you're here isn't it?" I try to stay calm. "Keep me safe when I can't? I know that keeping me alive is important to help everyone but sometimes I forget that and I don't react right awa-"
"Fvck that!!" I widen my eyes at how loud he just cursed, his eyes closing as a result, head bowed only slightly, and I'm actually stunned to silence that I don't think of what to say next. I'm just staring at him, breathing in and out like he's having an asthma attack, but in a briefer sense.
Wind only blowing slightly, my long hair waved down to the small of my back, the sound of absolutely nothing filling our reality, and it's made complete when Carl looks up to me again, his face actually terrified in a tight twisted expression before I feel him suddenly wrap both his arms around my neck and tug me into his space, not giving me any room to move, as if he's trying to make sure I'm actually here.
What?
I can't breathe.
Wait. Yes I can. I can't move though. I mean...I don't think I want to but...sh1t.
"You scared me." I'm caught off guard by how shaky and genuine his whisper is, and I literally feel my heart thumping in my ears at a new rush of adrenaline that replaced the flow from before entirely.
The only think I can think to do now, is what I want to do the most.
So, in a matter of seconds, I allow myself to enjoy this, the feeling of being hugged by the person I like, the fresh, clean feeling of resting my head against his, and hugging him back, lightly clinging to his plaid shirt, holding the cloth with the tips of my fingers, wishing for this to last forever, until he can get the message, that I like him.
I like Carl Grimes so much.
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I'm pretty sure I proofread, but if it's totally awful, then I'm so sorry. XD I've been doing stuff all day and the next chapter is just so long and I didn't wanna stop and gah. Lol. So, it's gonna take a litle while to prep the next one for publishing but, it will be published tonight. Gonna be at least 14 pages long I'm assuming.
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