I take a deep breath as I wake up, opening my eyes and looking to my right. Out the window I see a cloudy day. I strech my arms and sit up rubbing my face as getting out of bed. I gather a long sleeved grey shirt and a pair of jeans. I brush my hair into a high pony tail and go to the bathroom, which is free at the moment, and brush my teeth. I note to take a shower, looking disapointed at my greasy hair. I go back to my room and get my backpack. I groan inwardly and head downstairs, pushing the image out of my head and going over to the main house.
I sit at the table and eat cereal with Rick, Judith, and Beth.
"I'm going out after this." I tell Rick, motioning to my bowl of dry cereal.
He nods. I draw him a map just in case. I finish my bowl and take it to the sink. I kiss Judith on top of the head and get my backpack, which I set by the door when I came in. Carl comes downstairs when I adjust my strap on my backpack.
"Where are you going?" Carl demands.
"I'm going on a trip for food." I state.
"Alone? No. I'm coming with you." he says.
I shake my head.
"Listen, the last person that I lov- I mean, cared for dearly, died right behind me. I'm not going through that again, not now, not ever." I say to him in a gentle tone.
He huffs and storms away. I sigh and brush it off, going out to the horse and saying goodbye to Rick. I pass Daryl coming back. I wave to him and he nods back. I go up the dirt path and go a bit faster now that I'm on the main road. I have a small duffle for the food. I pass the bar. It looks like it did last time I was there, except over run.
I can smell the death from here. I shake my head and ride on. At about 2:30 I get to the small town again. I slow down to a trot. I see the little white farm house and get excitement and dread in my body. I put the horse in the barn and go up to the house. I'm in the doorway when I hear footsteps behind me. I feel an arm wrap around my waist and something against my throat.
A deep smooth voice snarls in my ear, "Don't move."
I don't. They push me forward and take my gun. My dagger is in my backpack, which in on the floor. I'm on the couch. It's a boy, around my age. Tall, dark brown curly hair, piercing green eyes, sharp jawline, and a gun pointed at me.
"Who are you?" he asks.
I recognize a irish accent.
"I'm Charlotte, who are you?" I ask back.
"Seth. Why are you here?" he asks again.
I lie and say, "Looking for somewhere safe. If you are going to try to take the horse, I will find you and kill you."
I try to sound strong and cold as ice.
He scoffs, "I'm not interested in the horse. I'm trying to find a group to join. Do you have one?"
"Yes. I do. Let's play a game. You don't try to kill me or take the horse, and I will let you come back tot he group." I suggest.
A tense moment passes.
"Alright. How can I trust you that you aren't lieing?" he asks warily.
"Would I lie to someone pointing a gun at my head?" I retort.
"Let me do my thing for today, and we will head out in the morning." I say, slowly getting up.
He puts done his gun and stuffs it in his waist band. His cold expression fades and a soft one comes to his face. I see my gun behind him on the chair.
"I have never killed someone before. We got off on the wrong foot. Hi, I'm Seth." he sticks his hand out.
I shake it, "Charlotte. I was here a little while back. There is some food down in the basement. I didn't look a lot down there, just saw the food."
He moves towards the basement.
"Come on." he says.
"I'm gonna go pee, I will be right back. I promise. You can go down there." I say, a smile on my face.
He smiles back and goes into the kitchen. I hear the door open and footsteps go down the stairs, which creak under weight. I tiptoe back to my backpack and get my dagger. I get my gun and stuff it in my waist band and my dagger in my boot. I go and flush the toliet just in case he was suspicious. I go down the stairs and make a commotion.
"Charlotte?" he calls around the corner.
"Y-yeah. I'm fine." I say when I see him looking worried.
We start to put jars in the duffle. I go back up and see the day has faded into a dark grey. We both share a jar of green beans. I lock the door and close the blinds.
"So, what was life before this?" he asks.
"Normal." I say.
"Is there any girls my age there?" he asks, looking at me hopefully.
"There is, but she might not be interested." I say.
"Why not? She have a bloke?" he persists.
I shake my head, "No, she might not want to get attached someone who might be killed the next day."
He looks at me and asks, "You happen to be single?"
I scoff, "I have a boyfriend."
"Sure you do." he retorts.
I glare at him.
"He will gladly beat your ass if you try anything." I say.
Now it's his turn to look nervous. He takes the floor while I take the couch. I don't fall asleep easy, but I do.
The next morning I wake up and head outside with my bags. I open the door and see arthur sitting up. I don't speak to him, I just grab my backpack and head to the horse. We both get on, me in the front. He has both backpacks and his small sack. As we get on the main road, he wraps his arms around my waist. I shiver mentally at how low they were. I clench my jaw and carry on. When we pass the bar, it's almost noon. I spot the dirt road and slow down.
"You can let go now." I snap to him.
He does and I relax a bit. I see the main house and lead the horse to the back. We both get off and I snatch the backpack and duffle from him. I walk in the front door.
"Charlotte!" Carl says relieved.
I drop the backpack and duffle on the couch and hug him. I hear Seth come in and I take that chance to prove what he thought wasn't true. I grab the front of Carl's shirt and kiss him passionately, gripping the back of his neck. After some time, we pull apart. I look back at Seth who has a blank expression.
"I missed you." I whisper to Carl.
He smiles, "Missed you too."
He looks behind me at Seth, "Who's he?"
"Seth." I say, pointing to him.
"Seth, this is Carl. My boyfriend." I say, intertwining my hand with Carl's.
"Where is the leader?" he asks.
"My dad is in the kitchen." Carl says, pointing to the kitchen.
Seth walks in the kitchen.
"I don't like him." Carl says, his eyes trained on the door frame in the kitchen.
"You will get used to him." I reassure him, squeezing his hand.
"Where's Judith?" I ask.
I hear her cries before I see her.
"She won't shut up!" I hear someone complain.
Her cries get muffled.
"That's better." I hear someone say.
They come in. It's Lizzie. Holding Judith. Smothering her. I bristle at her appearance.
I let go of Carl's hand, snatch Judith out of her grasp, put down the bags, go back over to Lizzie and backhand her hard.
"Never do that again." I snarl in her face.
She is cupping her cheek gently.
"What the fuck are you doing here." I ask sharply.
"Daryl found us." she explains.
"Us?" I ask.
"Mikah and I." she says.
"Where are you staying?" I ask
"In here of course." she says, her eyes flickering to Carl.
I go over to Carl and take his hand.
"He is mine. So is Judith. Stay the hell away from us. Don't go into our rooms or touch our things. The horse is totally off limits to you or Mikah. It's my horse. If you break or bend any of these rules, you will seriously regret it." I warn her in a cold voice.
She huffs and storms out.
I turn to Carl, "When did she get here?"
"After lunch." he replies.
"Did she try anything?" I ask.
He shakes his head. I relax a bit. Having a psychotic sadistic young girl in the house who wanted what is mine is going to be stressful.
"Come on." he says, tugging on my hand, leading me upstairs.
I make sure to grab my backpack before I went upstairs. He was sitting on his bed, reading a book. I let go of my backpack by the closed door and slip off my boots, leaving me in my socks as I walked over to him.
"What are you reading?" I ask, brushing my lips against his ear lobe.
He gulps nervously and shifts uncombfortably. I slide my hand to his knee.
"A-a book." he stutters.
I tilt my head and nip at the skin under his ear. He squeaks. My hand inches to his thigh. I suck on the skin sloppily, trying not to reveal this is my first time giving someone a hicky. He shudders as he breathes. I tease him by skipping the place he wants my hand the most and I hear him sigh in disappointment.
I hear him set the book down. Taking my chance, I swing my right leg over so that I'm now straddling him. I decide I have given him a dark enough hicky, now I pepper kisses up his clenched jaw and reaching his lips. I tilt my head into the already heated kiss, deepening it. Our lips move in sync. I press closer to him. A soft moan vibrates against his lips onto mine. I scrunch my nose at the feeling. I'm surprised when he swipes his tongue across my bottom lip. I gasp, giving him the perfect chance for him to push past my lips and explore the inside of my mouth. I pull back from the kiss. My hands are in his hair, his are on my waist.
"What's wrong?" he asks, his voice deep and husky from the kiss.
"It's going really fast." I confess.
He nods, understanding.
"What were you reading?" I ask curiously, I lean over and grab the book.
"I found it on the book shelf over there, it's about this kid who can talk to animals, but a witch turns him into an animal, so now he has to figure out a way to change back." he explains.
I rest my head on his shoulder while he reads. One hand is gently gliding over my hair, the other holding his book so he can read. I slip my hands under his shirt and rub circles on his rib bones. As I run my finger tips over his sides, I come across an uneven patch. I feel him stiffen under my fingers. I lean back in his lap and raise his shirt up. I see the scar, pale and small.
"What's that from?" I ask.
"Hunting accident. That's how we met Hershel, Maggie and Beth." he explains.
"Hershel took care of you." I assume.
He nods, "The bullet had spilt into six different pieces. I was awake for the first one. It was the shallowest of the rest."
I let my jaw drop.
"Oh my god. That must've been torture to go through so much pain." I say, cupping his cheeks, letting his shirt back down.
"I can only remember so much. I passed out after a minute or something." he says, his eyes revealing that he was zoned out.
I kiss his cheek and bring him back down from the clouds.
"I'm glad you are in my life." I whisper in his ear.
"Me too. I don't know what I would have done without you." he confesses.
I lean back on his shoulder and he picks up where he left off with reading.