「 season three 」

CHARLOTTE'S POV:

my hand gripped the knife tight as i ran through the woods.

the sound of groaning was heard around me.

i was surrounded.

i scan the area to see a hoard of walkers closing in .

finding the closest tree i began to climb. they stand at the base of the tree, hands grasping at the air in an attempt to reach me.

shrugging off my backpack, i grabbed the the rope, tying it around both my body and the tree ensuring i didn't fall.

i wondered if they could hear my heart thumping loudly or if they all just mindlessly followed each other.

my eyes wandered to the sky, looking upon the stars and the moon. i winced when i felt the warm blood seeping through my shirt. a small tear made its way down my face.

a sigh escaped my lips as my eyes grew heavy. my mind slipping into a thoughtless state.

gunshots echoed as the wind allowed them to travel. squinting, i see a young boy and an older man.

"hey! over here!" i yelled over to them. they began killing the walkers at the bottom of the tree.

"have you got any weapons?" the dark haired man raised his hand to cover his eyes from the bright sun, his raspy voice yelled up to me.

"only my knife." i pulled the knife from my pocket, showing them.

"alright, well throw it down."

rolling my eyes, i let the blade fall from my hands down onto the leaves below.

i untie myself from the tree and begin to climb down, the rough bark scraping at my hands.

"who are you?" the younger one spoke, his voice harsh.

"charlotte." i went to grab my knife which lay at his feet, only for him to kick it away. "i told you what you wanted, now can i have my knife?"

"no." his hat falling in front of his face slightly as he bent his head down, "you could be a threat."

a humorous laugh left my lips "yeah, okay cowboy. im not gonna hurt no one." i walk past him, bumping my shoulder to his.

the older guy narrowed his eyes at me "what you doing out here by yourself?"

his voice was rough, he had a strong southern accent and a crossbow lay across his back.

"i've always been by myself. ever since this started." i picked up the engraved blade "lost my family when it started, haven't seen 'em since"

i turn around to face them, "how about you come with us. we can fix you up some supplies, maybe you could stay."

"okay..." i hesitated but ultimately decided to follow "where you guys hauled up anyways?"

"the prison." the guy readjusted his strap "i'm daryl. this is carl."

"right. how many of y'all are there?" i looked down at the knife as i twirled it between my fingers.

"about ten." daryl began to quicken his pace as the prison could be seen in the distance. "how old are you anyway? you couldn't have lasted this long so young."

i narrowed my eyes at him "i'm thirteen and i have lasted this long. i aint needed help before, i was just caught off guard. that's all."

carl stifled a laugh "sure. whatever. you looked pretty fucked."

daryl gently hit him on the back of the head "hey, watch your mouth, kid."

when we arrived at the prison, a young blonde girl opened the gate giving daryl a confused look once she saw me.

walkers clawed at the fence trying to get in but for the most part the place was empty apart from the people at the top of the yard, who just stared down at us.

daryl led me inside the prison, "go lie down. i'll come back with food and water in a bit."

nodding my head i walk past each of the cells before deciding on one to go in.

i rummage through my bag before pulling out what i was looking for.

my comic.

i begin to flip through the pages, re-reading the same book i've had for years.

i sink into the bed, closing my eyes. the sound of arguing came from the next room.

i wake up to a gun being held to my head "what the fuck are you doing?"

carl just looks down at me "were you bit?" he nods his head to the wound on my lower stomach.

"no. it's a cut." i place a hand over it, the blood flowing more than before "i think i reopened it in my sleep."

"alright, wait there i'll go get hershel." he came back moments later alone.

"i can't believe you have a comic. i've been asking for my dad to try find one on a run but i've had no luck."

my hand runs over the page before picking it up "you can have it if you'd like, i've read it a hundred times already." i hand it to him.

a light smile etches onto his face. he takes it from my hand as an old man walked into the cell, a first aid kit in his hands.

"carl, i take it she's staying here in your cell tonight?" the young boy nodded his head in agreement. "hm, thought you said you didn't like her." his voice a whisper as if the didn't want anyone to hear.

"well, charlie's not so bad after all." he looked back to me with a grin on his face.

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