( Enid's POV )

      My heart was racing as I gasped uncontrollably, my hands flew to the wound that's blood seaped through my jacket onto my hands. I winced at the pain that soon turned my whole body numb. I could feel nothing, hear nothing. But I knew I was screaming.
My vision was blurring, I saw black dots splatter across the aqua sky, and suddenly, my screaming stopped. My hand, which was once on the large wound in my stomach, reached up to the air, trying to reach the black dots. I don't know why, but I felt the urge to touch them. The urge to receive the care they'd give me. And I couldn't see anything else. Everything is gone. Black. This is what it feels like. The pain is taken away from my body. I feel breathless. I am breathless.

( Reader's POV )

  Carl's arms fly up as he sees Enid, one arm on her stomach, which is covered in blood, and one arm far away from her body, unattached. His heart sinks and his mind is burning with questions. Thoughts that ache his mind.

"Enid...." he whispers slowly, and he doesn't even notice the rest of his group gathering around him as he sinks to the ground on his knees.

Just in that position when Negan was walking around ready to kill, Carl's on his knees, and he's allowed to cry. He's allowed to talk. He's allowed to be free with his actions. And he wants to scream, and even though he tries to hold it in it's too painful to imagine.

You're not weak, he thinks with anxiety. Don't cry, don't cry, don't....

He bursts into tears, trying to hold back the severe mental pain he feels as he reaches out her Enid's hand that's attached to her body, but sealed in blood. He touches it ever so lightly in search for a pulse.

Nothing.

Her face is too pale.

Her mouth is a chapped, chalky texture that Carl strokes in instinct with his middle and index finger.

"Enid...." he whispers, waiting for a response.

But there's nothing.

He collapses in tears on her stomach.

Soft tears. Loud sobs at one point. But that point has been forgotten.

He knows exactly who did this.

He knows who he wants to kill.

He knows it's time.

******

In a weird way, none of this was sad. Carl held onto Lori, which he now was the lonely father of, gasping for air every second. He felt like he couldn't breathe, yet he was alone and no one was there so he could receive trust from them.

Rick soon walked in the room, his head was hung low but his eyes were full of determination and fear.

"Carl?" He whispers, touching Carl's shoulder.

Carl's eyes are focused on Lori's, and he's too distracted to look up. "Y....... yeah?" He whispers back slowly, a crack in his voice.

"You... you say you know who did this?" Rick says, even though he knows it's no time to ask.

"The Saviors," Carl says, anger filling his breath. "Of course it was the Saviors. They kill everyone we love." He says through gritted teeth, his hands clutched into fists.

Rick takes Lori into his arms and walks out the door, while Carl is full of animosity.

"I'm going to fight the Saviors," Carl mutters as he stands from where he was sitting in a chair with Lori. "I don't care who helps me," he says, prying a window open. "Or if anyone helps me," he begins to stick his foot out. "I don't want them to help me. I'll beat Negan to death with my bare hands." His whole body shifts away from the window as he shuts it closed.

"I will avenge you, Enid."