Carl
After Grace pretty much told me she didn't exactly love me the way I loved her, I was pretty torn up and hurt. I decided to leave the room to cool off for a second.
"Carl wait-" she said, as I turned back and walked back in.
"Ye-" I was cut off, by the sound of machine guns firing from outside. I started running when I heard Grace yelling.
"Carl wait please! I- I cant get up! What's happening?!" She yelled as I ran back for her.
"Carlllll!" My dad yelled. I was torn, and I didn't know what to do, and where to go. I ran to my dad, maybe he knew what was going on.
"Carl. Take these guns. Give one to Beth and Grace. Keep the other one with you, and the 4th, hide it somewhere smart in the cell. Get Judith, Beth, and Grace all in one cell. Use bedsheets from any beds and hang them over all the cells, lock all the cells too. It will trick anyone if they try to come in. If the baby cries, Carl, well I don't know, you'll have to figure that out on your own. Now go, go get Beth to help. Grace is in no shape to do so." My dad ordered me. I ran back to Grace, told her the plan while talking really fast.
I ran to find Beth and Judith. I brought Judith's crate to the room with Grace, and slid it under the lower bed, under Grace like a drawer. We put some pillows around to muffle the noise of any crying.
Beth and I quickly duct taped all sheets to the top of the cells, and closed the doors and locked them. Then we did so from the inside of our cell.
We stayed hidden in our cell for what felt like a long time, until we heard footsteps. I motioned everyone to get on the bottom bunk with Grace and scoot up against the wall, this was clearly very painful for Grace but she did it silently.
We then heard talking, and we knew it wasn't our people. Could it be those governer people i over heard them taking about?
We heard them head upstairs and Grace started to get up, take the gun I thought I hid well, the one in her hand, and the keys from me. She snuck out quietly and locked us back in.
"Who the hell are you!" She screamed at the people, "what are you doing in my home?!"
"I- we we have someone hurt. We were leaving this wooded area nearby when we heard machine gun shots. It sounded dangerous so we came in the building. There was a rip in a fence and a part of the building was exploded open at some point so that's how we got in!" I heard the people, they didn't sound like liars and they needed help.
"Listen I don't care who you are or what you're doing but I can't trust you. Not with those people out there shooting at the rest of my- aghh-" she grunted, "People. My people. Why should I not shoot you all right now? You could be a threat, how am i supposed to know that you're not?" She asked.
"I understand why you would think that. We get it. We've been on the road a while and-" a woman began to say.
"She bit?" Grace hissed.
"Well yes.." a man said, "but she just needs help!" He cried.
Bang.
I heard the safety of a gun now click and I slightly moved the curtain so I could see. I placed my gun on one of the cell door bars and I aimed it towards the man who was holding his gun at Grace. Two of the people, a man and a woman who looked like siblings were yelling at the other guy to stop. I fired at him, but purposely right near him, so it would hit the concrete.
I pulled the curtain back and hid once again.
"We've got snipers lined up in each and every one of these cells. You should be glad the nice one shot at you. Otherwise, you'd be dead. I'm gonna need you to drop all weapons at my feet. Come up, nice and slowly, if you have anything else on you I won't be scared to pat you down. My uncles a cop. In fact, he's here. Out there." I was really proud of her and I had forgotten all about what she had said to me.
I heard weapons clanking on the ground. "I don't trust you guys." She said, as I heard her walk over to people and pat them down. I heard more weapons clanking. "You sneaky sons of bitches! Not fucking cool guys!" Beth and I were trying so hard to not laugh our asses off.
"There's one unoccupied cell. You will all go in there and I'll lock you in until further notice. In case of emergency, keep your hands, arms, legs and feet inside the cell at all damn times." She mocked.
"Oh yeah, saving the asshole for last?" She said as she pushed in who I can only guess to be the blonde man that pulled a gun on her.
She slammed the cell door on them and locked them up. I moved the curtain and looked at her walking down the stairs, looking very weak. She returned to our cell and unlocked it. She walked in, tossed the keys to Beth and I stood up to hug her. I thought I might have lost her.
Instead she collapsed in my arms. "Beth lock it up." I whispered. She followed my orders. I had Beth help me place her on the bed.
I lifted up Graces shirt up to right before the wound ended and folded it over. There was no new blood on her bandages but we decided to take a look inside anyways. "Beth are her medications in here?" I asked.
She nodded and pulled a ton of pills out of one of the drawers in her dresser. "Read them. Read side effects and stuff." I told her. We read all the pill bottles for ages, until we were done.
"Clyndamiacine anti-inflammatory drug used for infections, specifically ENT infections, but can prevent you from becoming infected in an open wound if doctors recommended. Don't use this product if you are allergic to penicillin
and treating an open wound. Side effects may include grogginess, fatigue, irritability, change in moods, nausea, dizziness, and can lead to serious issues such as losing consciousness, and even death?!" I nearly shouted as I read this bottle.
"She's allergic to 3 things. Penicillin, Bees, and... clyndamiacine... I remember penicillin and bees are an anaphylactic reaction for her, which is bad in any circumstance, but especially now with her asthma. Her Clyndamiacine reaction was just a rash one time. She complained about it after having an ear ache and being put on the meds while she was away at summer camp. Everyone thought she had poison ivy. Anyways I'm thinking this isn't the issue, she's got no rash. Last time she said it was everywhere but her feet, hands, and face." I said.
"Something's gotta have penicillin or some other 'cillin' in it. She looked tired and weak coming down the stairs. Her lungs have closed up!" I realized.
We grabbed her asthma meds, the only thing we could find and pumped them in through her mouth.
"Shit shit shit shit! We need your dad Beth. We need your dad!" I cried.
"Carl I don't know what I'm supposed to do but I'll save her. I'll find someone." Beth said as she got up and ran towards the outside.
I started doing CPR and mouth to mouth as best as I knew how while Beth was gone. "Jesus Grace! Cmon! Stop dying. On. Me!" I panted in between pumps on her chest.
Beth ran back with 3 epi-pens or so, and a squishy tube thing.
"Go, go! Hit her in the leg, now! We have to try!" I cried.
As she stuck the epi into Grace's leg, I puffed her asthma meds into her mouth while pushing down on her chest so they would hopefully reach her lungs.
Beth shoved the plastic tube thing down her throat, and began squeezing the top thing. She did so with such a rhythm while she hummed some song.
"Keep going Beth. She'll wake up. I know it." I said tiredly.
She just looked at me, with no hope.
"What's going on down there? Someone hurt?" One of the people Grace had locked up was yelling at us from above.
"Don't worry about it." I grunted back.
"Listen, we can help you. We know there's only about 3 of you total, and you're all kids." The man shouted to us.
"I said, we're fine. Just leave us alone okay? Please." I said
Then we heard footsteps and talking. The voices were distressed and the footsteps were quick. Beth unlocked our cell and burst out of it and told the rest of our group about the people upstairs and what was happening to Grace. The whole Greene family ran in and started helping. "I need a pen! A ballpoint pen! Nowwww!" Hershel screamed.
I heard the man from upstairs saying he had one. I bolted past their dead friend on the floor, and up the stairs and snatched the pen. I darted down the stairs so fast that mentally I was still at the top.
I tossed the pen to Hershel and he plunged it into her neck, "NOOOO!" I screamed at him, "WHY WOULD YOU STAB HER? YOU'VE KILLED HER. YOU'VE KILLED HER!" I screamed.
"Carl stop! I'm performing a tracheotomy to get the swelling out of her air pipes, SOMEONE GET HIM OUT OF HERE!" He shouted as some blood from her neck spattered onto his face.
My dad and Daryl pinned my arms behind my back, dragged me out of the cell and threw me in the neighboring one, and they locked it. I had messed it all up, I can't get crazy in there when she's hurt. I needed to calm down.