𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝟬 ;
𝟭 𝗺𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗵 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗮𝗽𝗼𝗰𝗼𝗹𝘆𝗽𝘀𝗲

Hand in hand, we ran. We ran away from our old life and the people in it. They were all gone, our 'safe-camp' had been overrun by the biters and now everyone was gone.

But none of that mattered. All that mattered was that he was okay. Thankfully, when the biters made their way through our walls I had found Dylan.

Yes, he was injured slightly but he would be okay. He's here and he's alive.

I have no idea how long we were running for, time seemed to blur together as we made our way further away from our home.

"Hey, my leg is beginning to hurt, can we rest for a bit?" It was the first time one of us had spoken since we left, "Carina?"

"Huh?" I look back at the boy I had been dragging for miles, sweat running down his forehead, "sure, but not for too long we have to keep moving."

He nods his head before slumping down leaning back on the tree for support, and i do the same, "Want me to look at your leg?"

In response he shifts his leg to a position where I can access the wound. I rip a part of my shirt, wrapping it around the deep cut.

He lets out a wince at the action but urges me to carry on. "We should find someplace to stay for tonight, it's getting late. Hopefully there'll be supplies so we can properly treat this."

I stand up, offering a hand to my brother, which he gratefully takes. The walk was quite peaceful, the occasional biter hobbled at us but it was a knife to the head and they were gone.

We found our way to a small town, it was quiet and there were hardly any biters in sight.

"We'll search all the houses until we find something," He looked down at me a small smile on his face as we began our searches.

We did the same thing to every house, bang on the door, listen for biters, kill those biters, then loot.

"Maybe we should go somewhere else, we've nearly finished all the houses and we've found nothing." Dylan grabs my arm, causing me to stop.

"What?" My eyes go down to his leg where the blood had seeped through both the make-do bandage and his jeans, "shit, that looks bad. Like worse than before."

"Yeah, and it fucking hurts too." He mumbled, the pain evident in his face. He sat down on the side of the road, his eyes beginning to water.

"It's okay Dyl, I'll find something." I place a hand on his shoulder, crouching down to his eye level.

He shoved my hand off, "there's nothing here!" He seethed, throwing his head back, his jaw clenched.

A sigh escaped my lips, i stood up seeing a man outside a house staring at us. "Hey!" I waved my hand in the air, signalling him for help.

The man just turned around, walking into the house, "fucking great," I mutter, "c'mon, Dyl."

Slowly, we made our way over to the house. I reach for the door handle only for it to open before I had the chance.

"I uh- saw y'all lootin' the houses, thought you might've needed some supplies." Mystery man handed us a duffel bag, stocked with everything we needed, "if you're looking for something more permanent you should head to the city, heard there's some kind of safe place."

"Thank you, we'll probably go there next," I took the duffel bag from his hand, "what's your name?"

He paused, as if contemplating wether  or not to tell us, "Negan, nice to meet y'all."

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