Isabelle

We ran along a field with tall grasses. After the man that shot Carl, Otis, told us where to go, Rick picked up Carl and ran. I followed quickly. He slowed to re-adjust his hold. "Hey! You move, shit head!" Shane yelled at Otis. Otis was not exactly the athletic type. He was on the chunky side. Rick turned. "How far? How far?" He screamed at Otis.

"Ha-half mile! That way! Talk to Hershel! He'll help your boy." Otis panted. We began running again. Carl's face was so white, it scared me. A tall, nice house looked up in the distance. A dark-haired girl with binoculars stood on the porch.

"Dad!" she yelled, running inside. A white-haired man with suspenders and a button up shirt, the dark-haired girl with a peach top and ripped blue jeans, a brown-haired man with a brown shirt, blue jeans, and baseball bat, a lady with blond-hair up in a bun with a flowered dress, and a blond teenage girl in a gray top and blue jeans tan out onto the porch.

"Was he bit?" the man said. "Shot. By your man." Rick said. "Otis?" the lady asked. "He said find Hershel. Is that you?" Rick asked. The man nodded. "Help me! Help me, my boy!" he cried. "Get him inside." Hershel said.

As we entered the house, Hershel said, "Patricia, I need my full kit. Maggie?" "Yeah?" the dark haired girl asked. "Pain killers, numbing injections, grab everything." He said. "Clean towels, sheets, alcohol, in here." he said. Rick laid Carl on the bed. "Pillowcase." Hershel said. "Is he alive?" Rick begged.

"Pillowcase, quick." He said. I grabbed a pillow and ripped the case off, handing it to Hershel. "Fold it, make a pad. Put pressure on the wound." He instructed me. I followed his instructions. I was surprisingly calm, but then the panic set in. As Rick took the pad, I stepped out of the room. I sank to the ground, hugging my knees to my chest. I replayed the image of him getting shot over and over again in my head.

He could be dead. His face was so white on that bed. Rick walked out, onto the porch. "Is he still alive?" I caught Otis's voice through the door. I saw Rick nod, and I was relived. They walked in, and went back to the room that Carl was in, but I couldn't move. I laid my head on my knees and closed my eyes.

A/N
Hi guys!

Sorry about the long chapter. I had some time to kill.

See y'all!

-TWD162-