We keep walking down the long rode. I can tell we are starting to get into a city. The rode's are becoming nicer... more structured. This has good and bad things to it. There is going to be a hell of a lot more walkers meaning we're going to have to watch out and stay alert, but it also means that there'll definitely be houses to stay in. I look to my right, over at Carl.
"We're starting to enter a city..." I say... an edge to my voice. The last city I was in was horrid... walkers everywhere... eating anything they could find. I just hope this one isn't as bad.
He nods. "Yeah. Just keep your eyes open. It could be fun," he smiles.
"Yeah right! I really don't feel like getting eaten today," I shake my head.
"You cant tell me you don't feel that rush whenever you have to kill one. The adrenaline pumping through you..."
"Of course, but there's always fear... and fear can get you killed," I tell him.
"Yeah, you're right... but the only way it can get you killed is if you let it consume you. You cant let the fear get to you... or else... you're just another person too scared to live."
Just as he finishes I see a big stone sign telling us that there is a subdivision up ahead called "Hills of The Green." Everyone walks a little faster. After a moment we get to the entrance. It's a smaller subdivision. Maybe 15 houses. It seems to go in rows. There are 3 streets with main rode connecting them all. I start walking up the small hill and down the main rode. Once we get to the first street we all stop.
"What do we want to do? Are we going to all search the houses together or should we split up?" Glenn asks.
"I think we should split up into 3 groups. That way we can search all the houses for supplies and then find one good house to stay in before dark," I tell them.
Everyone nods. "But what will be the groups?" Beth asks.
"Okay well there's 15 of us. So 3 groups of 5. How about... me, Carl, Casey, Beth, and Melonie. Daryl, Michonne, Mark, Brian, and Aria. Maggie, Glenn, Lizzie, Mika, and Joel," I suggest.
Everyone seems pretty pleased with idea. "Alright then lets split up," Daryl says. "We'll take the second street."
"We'll take the first," I tell them.
The 3 groups split up and head to their street. We start at the first house. We all rummage through the 2 story home. We end up finding 2 cans of soup, a box half full with crackers, and a gallon of water, which is basically frozen. We move on to the next house and the next and the next until we've checked them all. At the end we end up with a total of 5 cans, a gallon of water, a box half full of crackers, a pack of beef jerky, a bag of stale Doritos, some fruit snacks, a box of band aids, some peroxide, and some numbing medicine. It isn't much, but it's better than nothing. A lot of the houses were already stripped clean and none of them had a fire place. We'll have to see what kind of houses the others found.
We walk to the end of the street and wait for everyone else to get back. Daryl's group gets back first, carrying about the same stuff as us and then Maggie's group. Everyone sets the food and other supplies down in the middle. It's quite a lot actually. We may be able to live off of it for a good 2 weeks and maybe even 3 if we ration. I nod to myself, satisfied.
"So what kind of houses did you find?" I ask them. "Anything good?"
"We found a house up the street in pretty good condition. It even had a fire place," Maggie tells me.
I nod. "Did you guys find anything?" I ask Daryl. He shakes his head.
"There was a couple, but most of them were stripped clean and there was only a couple with a fire place," he shrugs.
"We couldn't find any good ones either. I guess we'll just go to the one you found then Maggie."
Everyone nods in agreement. "Then lets get going. It's going to be dark soon and we don't know what could be out here," Carl instructs.
We walk to the end of the rode and turn down the 3rd street. "Which house is it?" I ask.
"It's all the way down at the end. The very last house," she explains.
We walk to the end of the street and Maggie leads us to the front door. She turns the knob and steps in. She scans the room, checking to make sure nothing is in there. She motions for us to follow. Once everyone is out of the cold again and we are able to set all the supplies down we all sigh in relief. It's been 3 days since I have slept in a real house. It'll feel nice, not freezing all night long.
To be honest I'm pretty hungry. "Do you want to share a can of soup," I ask Carl.
He shrugs. "Sure. I can eat."
We walk into the kitchen where all the stuff is and I rummage through the pile until I find a can of ravioli. I look through all the draws until I find the silver wear and get 2 spoons. I inspect them for any dirt or grime, but they seem decently clean. I hand one to Carl and walk back out into the living room and to the stairs. I jog up them with Carl right on my heels. I'm out of breath by the time I reach the top.
I take a moment to catch my breath before walking further down the hall. I open the first door on the right and look in. It looks like it used to be a teenage boy's room. Posters of bands I've never heard of... a medium sized flat screen T.V, a big bed with a Bengals blanket, and loads of other crap. I see some comic books on a shelf and Carl picks one up and examines it. He walks a little deeper and I sigh as I follow him.
I really don't want to stay in this room. Its stupid but... it's like I have this little rule in my head that I guess my parents have crammed in there that I'm not supposed to sleep in a boys room. I mean this boy is probably dead and it's just Carl. I shake my head before sitting down on the bed. I look down at the can of ravioli. Luckily it has a thing on top to open it so we don't need a can opener. I remove the top and set it aside. Carl takes a seat beside me and we take turns, each eating a bit until it's all gone.
My stomach isn't completely filled, but it's better. At least it's stopped growling. I lay back and let my legs hang off the edge. Carl stays sitting beside me. "So you like comic books?" I ask.
He nods. "Yeah there's a couple I like," he shrugs.
I nod. "I used to like to read. I read a lot of books really," I tell him. "I liked writing even more."
"Really?" he asks.
"Well I wish I could say I liked doing useful things like writing and reading books but... I'd say playing video games, reading comic books, and hanging out with friends was about the only things I did."
I laugh a little. I think you just described the average teenage boy. Unless you were jock... and they were nothing but a bunch of stuck up idiots anyways."
He rolls his eyes. "Well-" he cut off by the sound of someone busting through the door.
I sit up just as I'm being yanked off the bed by a guy. He looks to be in his early 20's. I feel him press a knife to my throat and I automatically go still. I would be able to take this guy if it wasn't for my ribs. The guy holding Carl looks like he's in his 30's. I keep my eyes locked with Carl's. His icy blue eyes are wild, like he could attack at any moment.
"What do you want?" I demand.
"I wanna know what gives you the right to just... come in here... this place is ours," the guy holding me says.
"We didn't know! We-we can leave. Just let us go, we'll leave," I tell him.
"No I don't think so... not yet," the man chuckles. "What do you think Chuck?"
The man holding Carl smiles. "Let her go," Carl growls.
"Oh is this your girlfriend?" he asks innocently.
I feel his hand lightly slide down the side of my face and down the side of my neck. I clench my teeth together as tight as I possibly can. "Let her go!" Carl struggles to get free. "I swear to God if you touch her... I will kill you." I can here it in his voice. He's on the verge of loosing it.
The man laughs and I'm suddenly very grateful for the shirt that Carl let me borrow. He throws me down and I hit the ground hard and my head hits one of the shelves causing the world to spin around me. I can just make out Carl elbow the guy and a gun shot but instead of it hitting Carl he spins the guy around to protect himself. He throws the older guys on top of the one with the gun, knocking him to the ground. Carl pulls out his pistol and leans down so he leaning over the man.
He thinks about it for a moment and then sets his gun aside. He grabs him by the collar of his shirt and lifts his head off the ground. "What are you going to do?" he sneers.
Carl smiles a little before punching him as hard as he can. Over and over again he punches him. To the point where blood is just running down his face and he's coughing up blood. To the point where Carl's knuckles are bruised and bleeding too. "Carl..."
He stops after a moment before grabbing his pistol again and pressing it to his forehead. "That's what I'm going to do," he whispers... and pulls the trigger.
Okay what did you guys think of that chapter??? I tried to make it a little longer... I don't know I just don't feel like that was a very good chapter but oh well... you kind of experienced crazy Carl a little there at the end... let me know what you guys think!