Ron interpreted the feeling he was experiencing in his gut like some kind of déjà vu from his nightmare. There was just no other way of explaining it expect for an absurd idea that would have to do with magic and like he told the man in his dreams; the simply did not believe in magic. Like okay, sure, walkers are sorta weird and whatnot but they aren't made from magic, diseases aren't magic and just because walkers happen to be rather extraordinary, it was no prove for magic.They walked a long while, didn't talk much and Ron was rather glad they didn't because he was scared they would attract any walkers by doing so. But everything stayed clear and it was a just the soothingly cool breezes here and then and the soft rustling of leaves. The Forrest was far less creepy than the funfair and he took that as a good sign.
Up until he noticed that they walked anywhere but home.
The trees cleared and they stepped on a road, crossed the other side and stopped by a small grocery store with a big red banner over the entrance door that read Tesco
"Carl, where are we?" Ron asked, giving confused looks in all directions. This wasn't a place anywhere close to home and it didn't look like any place he had every been to, though he recognised the store name from when his father went on a run for supplies and complained about it not having enough medical supplies. And Ron couldn't put together the pieces for why on earth Carl insisted to bring him here instead of going home. There was just no explanation to it laying in his head.
"Gettin supplies, obviously" Carl replied to him coolly and grabbed his wrist to pull him inside, A breeze of dust flotated in a whirl circle as the doors swung open and Ron coughed from the dry texture that hung in the air. It seemed like it had been a long time since anyone had been here and after a brief peek inside, the store didn't look promising either. Couple of dead cans laid on the pale-grey floor and empty aisles of food racks formed a maze of empty promises.
Carl's was the first one to walk deeper, his eye flew over the cigarette display and he picked out a benson & hedges from the sparely available packages, most of the good brands already scavenged by other people.
Ron leaned against the counter next to the display and watched Carl quietly as he ripped open the b&h's like an animal that was hungry for the cancer that slept inside the thin layer of white paper around the sticks. And his movements grew even wilder when he gathered a lighter in his fingers and sparked a fire at the butt of the cigarette which he tucked between his lips.
He puffed on it before it was even on and blew out a enormous amount of white smoke right after, then another puff and the following cloud flew over to Ron and surrounded him in the ashy smell of tobacco.
It stung in his eyes despite the fact that he smoked regularly himself, in this moment it just didn't feel right to him. As if the smoke had become his biggest enemy and it was out to choke him with its density.
"Is that really necessary..?" Ron asked, choking on the smoke around his head that stole a way through his nostrils.
Carl didn't answer and just took another couple of puffs till the cigarette was dead and he claimed another one as a slut for his mouth.
"Carl-"
"Shut up a moment" Carl snapped back at him.
Ron's jaw dropped and he pushed himself from the counter "Okay, I'm not gonna let you talk to me like this, you know, I don't know what it is but in regard to the question you keep asking - you're acting like a nightmare right now and not like a good dream"
Carl flinched lightly by the word nightmare and if Ron hadn't stared so fixated at him he wouldn't even have noticed, but it made his stomach turn into a bad feeling.
His cigarette dropped to the ground and it kept trailing up smoke in the air while he stomped over to Ron and grabbed him by his elbows. By the way he looked at him, Ron at some point even expected him to give him a punch but the words he spoke were soft and totally in contrast with his appearance which looked haunting in the gloomy mist of the smoke.
"Won't do again, babe. I love you"
Ron didn't know what to think anymore, especially now as he said those three words for the first time and they totally threw him off. He must've froze in his grip for a long time because Carl coughed and brought him back from his thoughts, piercing his blue eye at him as if he expected him to return the words.
"Uh, what?!" Ron stammered, feeling Carl's fingers bore into his skin like claws
"I love you." Carl repeated himself "You love me, too, right?"
...
There was no point, he had to tell them.
If he didn't, maybe it would be too late for Ron and he would rather have him healthy and safe and hating him than loving him dead.He huddled them all together, away from the carousel and left the girl sitting alone at one of the smaller horses. She didn't seem to mind.
"What is it, Grimes?" Mikey was the first one to speak in the dark of the theatre
Enid and Sophia gave him encouraging smiles and so Carl started explaining. "This place, Lost Jollity, it's cursed and something took Ron. Something as in one of creatures from nightmares we create and they won't stop until wires are cut"
A long silence follow, every particle in the air stopped moving until Mikey broke into a laughter.
"You seriously want us to buy this bullshit? Oh c'mon, your little horror story won't give me nightmares tonight""It will," Carl barked at him with a serious face, slightly pissed too "But we can't risk negativity, it sets them off"
"Sets off what?" Lydia asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Nightmares, all you can imagine, don't imagine. They grow on this"
"You mean like, if I imagine leatherface or some shit, he's gonna appear somewhere?" Enid asked.
Carl hesitated a little upon answering "Sort of, we imagine our nightmares and our fear let's them grow, same for good dreams, think positive and the worlds in peace"
"Then I don't see a problem? Can't we just like imagine Ron back or somethin'?" Mikey asked and Carl shook his head "This exactly why they're so powerful, can't control feelings, is a pain"
"Then what do we do?" Asked Enid.
"We have to-" Carl began, but then something hit him. A sudden reaction in his body from the withdrawal of his pills got him surrendering on the ground as his eye rolled back and his body slackened
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Rarl: Just Think Positive
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