My Lil' AssKicker
Damn it, Carl
Did you guys miss me? I'm so sorry I haven't been writing lately. I can't wait until summer, when I can write all I want! I may or may not have another chapter out before the weekend is over; I have to memorize three pages for a speech on monday. Regardless, enjoy! :)
BETH’S POV
I didn’t sleep very much the night before, so walking was exhausting. Barely listening to Carl talking, l trudged through the forest.
“Want me to grab that for you?” He offered, reaching for my bag.
I shook my head. “No, no. It’s fine.”
“Beth, you’re sweating and it’s freezing. You look tired, let me take it.”
I hesitantly gave him my bag. “Thanks,” I said, rolling my shoulders.
We walked in silence for a while, and Carl gave me a hand signal not to say anything. He pointed to my right.
“Walkers,” He whispered. “I only see two.”
Glancing at them, I replied. “There could be more, Carl.”
The two walkers looked easy to take. There were both rotten skin and cracked bones, without an ounce of meat or muscle on them. The groaned quietly as they aimlessly wandered around the forest.
He pulled out a knife.
I grabbed his arm. “Just leave ‘em. We don’t wanna start any unnecessary trouble out here. All of our supplies are in the back of that dang truck!”
Carl sighed, and reluctantly slipped his knife back into it’s place. “Fine. I… I guess you’re right.”
I nodded. “Okay. Let’s get movin’.”
Because of the approaching winter, the sun set very quickly. Carl and I picked a place that seemed pretty clear, and we tied rope with tin cans tied to them around a small perimeter. I created a dim campfire, and Carl leaned up against one of the trees, deep in thought.
I was attempting to read a magazine I’d found when I looked up and saw him staring. “What is it?” I asked.
He scratched the back of his neck. “Nothin’.”
“Don’t gimme that, Carl.” I sighed. “Drives me nuts.”He shrugged. “What?”
“How you do something, and when I ask what’s wrong, you get all mysterious and say ‘nothin’.”
Carl looked off to the left. “It’s nothing.”
I slapped my thigh. “Carl Grimes!”
He chuckled quietly.
I sighed furiously and blew air out of my nose. “Okay, fine. Don’t tell me.” I self consciously ran my hands over my face to make sure there was nothing.
“Relax, Beth.” Carl laughed. “You look amazing.”
I smiled. “Thanks.”
“It’s true.”
I shifted awkwardly where I was sitting, unsure what to say or do. I felt uncomfortable, and Carl seemed to sense it, because he stood up quickly, and stormed off into the woods.
I felt my face turn hot, meaning I was likely red as a tomato.
Damn it, Carl.
You guys I can't log into this account anymore!!! Google is no longer supported on this site I can't get in D:
But my bestie Mavis is letting me have her account since she doesn't really use it anymore..
I won't be continuing this story. I loved it but I don't know how many of you are going to find me anymore. So I'm starting a new story that I love even more! It's the favorite story of mine that I've ever written, so go check it out! It's called dropping Petals. I'll link it so everyone can find it.
http://www.walkingdeadfanfiction.com/Story/74995/Dropping-Petals/
Enjoy!! Sorry for the inconvenience.
6/16/15