Chapter Text
‘Dad! I need to get to dad- and Judith!’
Those were basically the only thoughts rushing through Carl’s head at the moment. He needed to avoid getting shot or eaten alive by walkers- and he needed to find his dad and his little sister.
He last saw his dad getting attacked by the Governor in the field by the fences and tried shooting his way to him but kept having to run back or take cover to avoid gunfire and walkers that swarmed through the breaches.
The last person he actually recognized seeing last was Daryl, who was next to him shooting one minute and poof- gone the next.
He was so overwhelmed and focused on not dying that he even dropped his hat somewhere in the field on his way to find his dad before he inevitably had to race back to cover- I mean seriously a fucking tank?!
He took cover behind a wall of the prison still on the outside just shielded and leaned back against it taking a breath.
’I can do this’ he told himself in his head.
There wasn’t any other choice, it was either you can do this or die, so he could do it.
Carl picked up his gun again re-loading it, taking a deep breath in and out before rushing back to the war zone.
Rushing past a cascade of walkers and the distant sounds of gun fire, he took off to an open breach-way out of the prison. He couldn’t see anyone he recognized or trusted, couldn’t hear them either, no sign of his dad anymore, if Hershel died Michonne probably did too, the bus had already taken off so there goes that escape plan, the point is it was either run out of this hell whole or die.
So again, Carl could do it.
he rushed through, shooting walkers occasionally that got to close, shooting at a few of the governors people when permitted to and racing towards the exit of the prison and straight for the trees.
he had almost made it when a searing pain welt through his stomach for the second time in his life- a recognizable pain known only as a gunshot wound.
He had been shot.
One if the Governor’s people had shot him.
He had to keep going.
He tried to reach higher ground to try and see if he could spot any of his people- his family with a better view to go to them but he barley had time to try before a herd of the prison ambush walkers smelt him, and the blood seeping from his stomach, and started making their way.
Cornered by what looked to be around twenty to thirty walkers or so- he again had no choice but to run deeper into the woods in fear and worry for his friends and family, he worried for himself, he worried for his dad, Judith, Maggie, Beth, Daryl, Glenn, Carol who wasn’t even here right now for this mess- hell everybody.
He wonders if this is what Sofia felt like when she ran through the woods, chased by monsters and alone with nothing but her fear.
Carl shook that thought and focused on survival, shooting a few loose stragglers who got to close and running even faster away from the herd of monsters- and from the prison, and most importantly, away from the rest of his family as he held his stomach in agony.