The Walking Dead Imagines (Requests OPEN)

[Carl Grimes] Wake Up

PROMPT:
The prison goes up in flames after the attack of the governor and without knowing whether he made it out alive, you start a rat-race to find your best friend Carl.

The prison had gone down in flames, everyone ran their separate ways and you just looked around, clutching your semi automatic rifle and shooting the living and dead that dared to pass. With tears brimming in your eyes, you pushed past the fences and began running. Things were crumbling and people were leaving, you had to find someone. You couldn't survive alone, especially knowing your best friend Carl was out there. You struggled to walk, an injury on your leg that you hadn't got a good chance to look at yet. It stung and the blood that seeped through your jeans told you that there was a cut underneath. You just hadn't had the guts to see it. Somehow, you felt that you could ignore it for as long as possible. Seeing whatever damage was on your leg would make your injury more 'real'.

You keep running along the prison, smoke everywhere, cluttered area's filled with wreckage and dead bodies. The prison was a mess, it was of course, too far gone. You looked around, trying to differentiate the walkers from human beings, whom you could go with. You knew this from experience, young children like yourself should not be allowed alone in this world for if bad people were to come across you, man, only the worst could happen. You told yourself you had lucked out when the prison came upon you and now to see your home crumble, well, it hurt more than anything else.

You skimmed the horizon for people, anyone. Out by the fence you could see Carl and his father, scrambling into the woods hunched back. It didn't take you long to bite your lip, gripping tightly onto your semi automatic and sprinting the length of the prison. Your chest ached as you breathed but the adrenaline and shock of the loud gunshots kept you running. There were still bad people alive, shooting and fighting for the prison. They didn't get it, they were so oblivious. The prison was gone. The flames and knocked down fences proved it.

You dodge a walker, stopping to lift up your gun but before you can shoot, an arm goes around your neck, dragging you slightly. You choke, using your arms to try and pry the arm away. You scrunch your fist into a ball and throw it back, feeling it hit the hard face of a male. You thrash around, trying to injure the captor.

"Shut up dammit! Stop squirmin'! You're comin with me!"

You scream, thrashing around and flailing, your gun drops and you stop altogether, this time, clawing at his hands and arms as he continues to drag you into the prison.

He stops walking as about half a dozen walkers approach him, familiar walkers you had seen, clawing on the fence, attempting to get in. Well, now they finally had been let in.

He let go of you quickly, grabbing you by the arm and holding you tightly as he got out his gun, aiming it at the walkers surrounding you guys. You look up, the man was tall, dirty and old. He looked like a criminal and you knew for sure that he wasn't anyone from the prison. He was one of the disgusting men the governor brought in.

You watch the small spark fly out of his firearm and you yank your arm free knowing that his guard would have been down. Your arms slip from his and you run, your heart beating against your chest as tears stream down your dirty sweaty face. All you can think to do is run into the prison. You could go through the corridors and exit from the back, that way maybe you would be able to catch up to Rick and Carl. Unfortunately, as you look behind, the dirty man follows, chasing after you. You don't think to scream of course. Who could hear you from inside the crumbling prison. As you turn the corner, you stop and stare at the dead end. A wall must have collapsed and here you stood, running from a dangerous man with god knows what intentions and there was a bloody dead end.