The Dead Walking

(You all know the story of the Walking Dead. This is a different version of the walking dead.) I lost my family at the beginning. Been alone ever since. Till one day I stumble across a group. A group that changes my life. My name is Isabella, but I prefer Izzy. I wish I could say I am the same person as I was a year ago, but that would be a lie. I wish I could say walkers are the only things I have killed. I wish I could say a lot of things, but none of them would be true.


12. I Just Hope it Doesnt Hurt

               I open my eyes slowly. Carl is closer than he was last night. Instead of facing in opposite directions we are facing each other. He is still asleep. He's so cute when he sleeps. His tousled hair makes me want to smile. I sit up and look around. It must be early because only a little light seeps in through the windows. I decide not to wake Carl. I get up and walk over to the big, wooden dresser. I open the all the drawers and find them filled with clothes. Smalls and mediums. Just my size! I pick out an outfit made up of light skinny jeans, a black tank top, and a baggy, gray, quarter-length shirt. I change quickly, afraid that Carl will wake up. I wonder what happened to the girl that had this room? Actually I don't want to know.

               When I am done I pull out my necklace and put it on. I hear the springs on the bed move. I look over and see Carl sitting up with his head In his hands. I roll me eyes and smile. "Good morning sunshine," I joke.

               "I am totally getting better at waking up," he removes his hands and I see him smile. "If only I would have woken up a few minutes ago," he raises an eyebrow. "New clothes?"

               "Yeah. Ya like?"

               "They'll only get ruined, but yes you look good."

               "Go check the other rooms maybe you can find some new clothes," I suggest.

               "Maybe later. I like these clothes," he shrugs. I know the real reason that he doesn't want to change. They are the only thing linking him to the prison.

                "Okay," I nod. "I'm gonna go hunting. I haven't ate in forever."

                "By yourself?"

                "You can come," I roll my eyes.

                "I would have came even if you didn't want me to," he teases.

                "Then tell your dad and we will go," I instruct.

                 He walks out of the room. Charolette must have had more siblings. Her mom wouldn't buy a house with 4 rooms if there wasn't more. I wonder where the others are. The thought makes me shudder. Carl walks back in the room a minute later. "My dad said not to go too far," he rolls his eyes. "I'm sure we'll be fine."

                 "What are you bringing?" I ask.

                 "My pistol."

                 "Okay. I'm gonna bring my bag in case we don't want to carry it."

                 He nods and we leave the house to hunt. "Where are we going exactly?" he asks.

                 "The woods behind the house."

                 We walk through a huge tangled mess of grown up weeds. When we reach the woods I feel better. I am finally able to see my surroundings again. I walk stealthily through the trees, with years of practice. Once my parents died I had to learn how to hunt. I had to keep myself alive. I know Carl knows how to hunt, but I don't think he knows how much I had to go through to stay alive. He has always had at least one parent to help and I am glad. He shouldn't have to go through what I went through. I hear a rustle of some leaves, but I don't see anything. The noise was to loud to belong to an animal. I look around suddenly worried. Carl doesn't seem to notice so I don't say anything, but I am still tensed.

                  We walk deeper in the woods. I take a step forward and suddenly I hear a noise. I am listed into the air, with a rope around my foot. I gasp. My leg hurts from the abrupt weight that it is holding. "Shoot!"

                  "Izzy! Are you okay?" he asks worriedly.

                  I have always been afraid of heights and right now I am dangling 5 feet in the hair by my foot. "I'm fine," I lie. "Go back and get Rick."

                  "I'm not leaving you here alone while you are hanging from a tree!"

                  "You cant reach me Carl, just standing there isn't going to help!" I groan. My head is starting to throb. I hear a groan. My heart drops as I hear more. My sword fell out while I was lifted in the air along with my gun. I am weaponless. I look at Carl who has a determined look on his face. He is going to try and fight them. "Carl no! Go!" I see 6 zombies come out of the woods and they come straight toward us.

                  "I cant leave you Izzy! I cant! I would rather die. I cant live without you," he shakes his head and shoots one in the head. The noise makes me wince because I know it will only attract more of them. He shoots 2 more just as 3 more appear. This the end. There is nothing he can do to kill them all.

                  "If you don't go Carl then we are both going to die! Go Carl! I don't want you to die too!" I yell. It feels weird having tears roll up my face, past my forehead. They stop at my hair.

                  "I'm sorry Izzy, but I cant go," he shakes his head and shoots some more. Why cant he just leave? Why does he have to be so stubborn?

                   A zombie reaches me and I feel it grab my hair. "Ahh," I groan as it yanks my hair trying to my face. He shoots it and the blood splatters on my face. I wrinkle my nose and spit. I see a few come out of the trees. There is a total of 11 now and I know Carl's gun doesn't have that much ammo.

                  He shoots another bullet, then another, and another, until only a clicking sound comes from the ground. There are 6 of them. They are surrounding us from all sides. More tears fall down my face at the thought of what is about to happen. I shut my eyes. I don't want to see any of it. They will get him first and I cant watch that. "Carl... please just go! You cant save me!" I whimper.

                 "Maybe not, but if I cant save you then I will just have to stay with you. I'm not leaving Izzy. Even if you beg me to. I'm not going to leave," he says matter-of-factly.

                  I don't argue with him. I shut my eyes again. The zombies get nearer by the second. I have given up. I have excepted the fact that we are going to die. I just hope it doesn't hurt.

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