Walking The Dead

Cameron has a rough life, even before the apocalypse. Her family is dead and she only has a few important people in her life now and she can't lose any more. She wants to survive and be happy but she knows she can't have both. When romance sparks, and her sister has an accident, Cameron doesn't think she wants to do it anymore. Can she survive everything that happens?

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5. Backstory

*camerons point of view*

 

This new guy, Carl, is pretty cute, and he's good with a gun. Double whammy.

I can tell Sean is upset, this guy walks in with his awesome sheriffs hat, his impressive guns, his chocolate brown hair that swoops to one side, his beautiful blue eyes, I could go on but I won't.

So I went to go help Carl, his dad Rick, and his baby sister carry their bags upstairs to their room.

"Thanks for, ya know, not killing us on sight," Carl smirks at me.

"Your welcome," Sean interjects with no emotion looking straight at Carl.

No body says anything after that, the room is at a dead silence. I decided i wanted to break the tension.

"So Carl, how long have you guys been on the road?" I could literally see the tension building between Carl and Sean.

"Umm..," he takes a while to answer, "a couple days maybe. We were so fortunate to come across this house at this particular time. We saw a huge herd, took a sharp turn without them seeing  us, and found this house within an hour."

"Wow, so you must have had a place before this then?" I wanted to know more about him.

"Yeah, we stayed at a prison for a while--," Sean cut him off, "A prison? That sounds awful!" "Well actually it was very well protected with fences, barred cells for sleeping and we had a farm where we grew our food. It was perfect," For some reason Carl doesn't seem offended at all by Sean.

"It sounds perfect, and amazingly safe. What happened to it?" I don't know why they would leave if it was so perfect.

"Another group came in and demanded that they have it and we move out or they'd kill our good friend and medic. My dad told him we can share, but he killed our friend and everyone started shooting at each other," Carl now looked so upset as if he were going to cry, he brushed it off and continued, "they had a tank and took down the prison, walkers started showing up out of nowhere so we had to hurry away. We don't even know if any of the other people are still alive," Carl now had tears in his eyes.

"So you've really been through a lot, huh?" I felt genuinely bad for him.

"Yeah, i guess you could say that.." He looked miserable, and hungry.

"Oh my god, i completely forgot! You must be starving!" I grabbed his hand had pulled him down the stairs, Rick, Judith, and Sean all followed, got out two cans of soup, opened them, and served them with two spoons before he could even object.

Sean pulled me aside.

"What are you doing, we almost died getting that food and now you're just giving it away to strangers?" I could hear it in his voice that he really didn't like these people, Carl in particular.

"They've been on the road for a couple days, and were you listening to anything Carl just said? They've been through so much, and that baby probably hasn't eaten as well, so could you just have a little courtesy?" I was really shocked that Sean was being this rude about it.

"I don't trust them," Sean whispered, "did you see all the blood on Rick's face?"

"They just had their home burnt down, they aren't going to be squeaky clean," I whispered back.

Sean was mad now, he doesn't usually get mad, "I'm just telling you that we shouldn't trust them."

"Well I'm not listening, I'm going to help them, and they can stay as long as they like!" I started to yell but i was still whispering. "If you don't like that, then you can leave,"

I walked back to the table, where everyone was sitting getting to know each other. I tried to be a happy person, but I've never seen him act like that before.

I heard the front door slam. It was Sean, leaving.

 

 

 

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