*Rick's Point of view*
Izzy is crying. I don't know why, but Carl seems to know. They have been together a lot lately. I know Carl stayed with her one night, but I know nothing happened. I just wonder if they are anything more than friends. I guess it doesn't matter. They're 14. Maybe I'll ask him later. He looks like he has his hands full.
Night comes quicker than I like. We haven't made a camp so someone will have to keep watch. I don't mind to do it, but we all need sleep. We need food too. Without food and sleep we will never be able to make it to Salus. Now that we have Daryl and Beth and Charolette we will have to hunt for even more food. Its funny how I only think about food any more. I worry about Carl a lot though. He doesn't show it, but I know how much losing the prison hurt him. I also know how much it hurt us all. But we are strong. We will get through this. We will survive.
*Carl's point of view*
I lay down next to Izzy. She pulls out a black blanket and we both lay under it. At this point I don't care what the others think. I love her and I don't care if they have a problem or not. She stopped crying a while ago, but she hasn't said a word to me. I cant even imagine how she feels right now. I want to comfort her, but I'm not sure how. How do help someone that just saw their dead brother come back from the dead and have their boyfriend kill him? I don't know. Once we all lay down, everyone but Rick we go to sleep. I fall asleep quickly next to her.
I stand in my cell. The walls are covered in blood. I look down at the floor and see Izzy laying there. Her body is mangled with cuts and bruises everywhere. I run to her and check her wrist. She has no pulse. I start to panic. I look around for any sign of an intruder, but I don't see one. I feel tears roll down my face as I realize she is dead. I run out of my room and to my dads cell. He is talking to my mom. "Dad!" I yell. He just looks at me like I haven't said a word. "Izzy is dead! Someone killed her!" I scream.
Then I notice the knife in my hand and the blood that covers my shirt. I gag and drop the knife. No! No, no, no! This isn't happening! They look at me horrified. Like I'm a monster. I didn't kill her! I didn't! I couldn't! I feel myself starting to fall and I let myself. My vision goes black and I am engulfed my darkness.
I sit up fast and look around. I am relieved to see Izzy laying peacefully beside me. My breathing is rough and fast. My heart is thumping wildly in my chest. "Carl? Are you alright?" my dad whispers.
"I'm fine," I lie.
"Can I ask you something?" he asks.
"Come over here. I don't want to wake anyone else up."
I get up and walk a few feet to where my dad is sitting. I sit down beside him. "What is it?"
"I've noticed you and Izzy have been getting pretty close. Do you like her?" he asks shyly.
"She's my best friend," I shrug. "Of course I like her."
"Not like that Carl," he snaps.
"Oh. Why are you asking me this?"
"I just wanted to know," he shrugs. "I thought I would ask."
"Yes I like her okay. She is more that my best friend," I admit.
He nods. "That's okay. So what happened earlier? Why was she crying?"
"That zombie was her brother," I explain. "I'm pretty sure we're close to her home."
"Oh. Did you know it was her brother when you shot it?"
"Yeah she told me. I knew she couldn't do it," I shake my head. "I don't know how to comfort her. I feel so bad, but I don't know what to say."
"There's nothing you can say. You have to let her get over it herself and just be there to help her. You need to get some sleep. We're gonna have a long road ahead of us tomorrow," Rick instructs.
I nod and stand up. "Night."
"Night," he says back.
I walk back over to Izzy and slide back under the blankets, carefully so I wont wake her. I curl up beside her and I soon fall asleep.
* Izzy's point of view*
I lay there as Carl walk back over to me. Rick knows about us. He doesn't care? That's surprising. I'm surprised Carl told him anything. They don't seem like they are very close. Maybe I was wrong. Once Carl lays back down I finally feel okay to go back to sleep. I wonder if Rick really doesn't care or if he's just saying that. I don't know. I hope not. I guess we'll find out.