I'm back! Sorry for being out so long! First of all, I had finals, and then I flew back to the Philippines (great to be home) for the summer and had to transition, which was kinda hard because of the jet lag and THE HEAT. Plus, my cousins from USA are coming over so I have to entertain them, and all that added with how May has been a bad luck filled month for me (which was ironic 'cause it's my birthday month). So anyway, yeah! I'm back with the latest chapter! Hope you enjoy!
Carol drove the car as far away from the horde as she could. Eventually, she drove it to the point that she and Rick felt that they were at a safe enough distance to quickly leave, grab their weapons, and kick ass. But what they didn't count on was the walkers' quickened approach towards them. How could they have overlooked that, they thought.
"Shit! You get the weapons, I'll cover you!" Carol commanded.
After a moment's hesitation, Rick realized he really didn't have a choice. He made a run for the trunk as Carol began to slash at the incoming walkers with all her might and all her will. She slashed at every walker she saw, but they were approaching so fast, she wasn't even sure Rick's sprint to retrieve the heavy artillery would get him there in time to…save her. She continued to slash, in spite of the fact that this could be her last stand. Or perhaps, in Carol's mind, because of that fact. If she was gonna go out, she was gonna go out fighting. She wasn't gonna be a victim…not anymore. But as she slashed, and as Rick raced to the arsenal, she suddenly heard two gunshots and could see, at least she thought she could, two walkers, at the very back of the horde, fall dead. She then saw, and this was unmistakable to her, a good half of the horde turn back and follow where it heard the shot, which was where Lizzie was standing, by the front porch with her gun raised, having just fired two shots. Carol had barely any time to react to this; in fact, she had no time at all. The remaining half of the horde was still coming at her. She continued to slash her machete at the walkers, continued on and on. She hadn't even stopped to begin with.
Lizzie continued to stand by, waiting just long enough to make sure the walkers she attracted were completely and entirely attracted only to her. She immediately ran back once she felt they were, up the porch and back into the house. As she reached the porch, she briefly looked back at the walkers and found that a couple of them were a little closer to her than she thought, but before she could react, they were suddenly run over. The car then drove around, attracting the rest of the group as well as a few walkers that had been approaching Carol and Rick. Lizzie quickly reentered the house and joined Carl. She and Carl quickly barricaded the door and immediately went to peep out the nearest window. From there, they saw the walkers banging and clawing at the door as well as those swarming towards the car, but they couldn't quite see Rick and Carol. Carol had managed to hold her own when Rick was finally able to retrieve a semi-automatic, and with walkers beginning to approach him now, he immediately started shooting. The ones closest to him and Carol were the first to go down, and after they were, Rick immediately took another rifle and tossed it to Carol who herself began shooting.
"Why are there more of them?" Carl observed from inside the house, and she and Lizzie worriedly looked at each other. Indeed, even more walkers were present at the scene. Outside Tyreese exited the car with Mika and, grabbing a large rifle, began shooting at the approaching walkers.
"Head to the back! I'll cover you!" He shouted to Mika. "They're only coming in from in front of us!"
Quickly, Mika ran to the back, opened the truck and grabbed two guns. A walker crept up from behind her, but Tyreese quickly shot it. Mika walked up behind him.
"Hold on!" He said, and shot down several more walkers and advanced forward. "Go!" He called, and Mika began running towards the house with remarkable speed as Tyreese moved along with her, stealthily shuffling and shooting as he did. He then positioned himself near the porch and continued shooting as Mika made her way up it. Seeing her, Lizzie and Carl immediately went out of the house and Mika handed them the guns.
"Wait! What about you?" Lizzie asked. Mika brought out her gun and nodded before continuing her attack on the walkers.
From his vantage point, Tyreese saw Rick and Carol struggling with their own group of walkers and began approaching to help them out. He shot every walker he could, and then struck those that got closer. One walker in particular, got close enough to grab him by the arm, and he, fearing the worst, immediately knocked the walker down and bashed its head repeatedly in a fury, slowly rendering its face unrecognizable. Lizzie could see this, particularly the fury in Tyreese's eyes, the fury he unleashed to anything or anyone who did him wrong, and this petrified her. As Tyreese finished bashing the walker's head in, Lizzie saw him end up facing her direction. This startled her, but to her surprise, as soon as he faced her, Carl rushed in and put a protective arm in front of her. Tyreese looked at this with a little confusion, but rather than explain himself, Carl aimed his gun and shot an approaching walker from behind.
"Here! Take this!" Tyreese, after quickly making sure he had no scratches, brought out his hammer and tossed it to Carl, and with a nod, went off to help Carol and Rick.
From behind them, Carl and Lizzie heard a scream and saw Mika being mounted on by a walker, just barely keeping its face away from hers, its mouth within biting distance from her fingers.
"MIKA!" Lizzie shouted, and quickly, she grabbed the hammer from Carl's hand and immediately ran towards her sister and her gnawing attacker. With remarkable strength, she tackled the walker away from Mika, mounted on it, and began to repeatedly bash its head with the hammer. There was no way, no way, she thought, she was going to lose Mika to the walkers. Not Mika. Not the only family she had left. Not her best friend and foremost responsibility. Not her sister. There was absolutely no way she was going to let that happen. She thought all this as she bashed the walker's head again and again and again, even long after it was killed. It was as if the walker, through threatening Mika, made something in Lizzie snap. But Lizzie stopped when she saw the look Mika had on her face as she was looking at her. She looked as if she was seeing a different Lizzie. A kind of Lizzie she had never seen before. A Lizzie she was just not used to. And as Lizzie looked at her, she realized that indeed Mika was right. She was being a different Lizzie. A kind of Lizzie that she realized even she herself was not used to. But what Lizzie did know was that she was not being a version of herself she had never been before. She remembered when she did show this different side of herself before, and what she did to show it. Carl ran to her side and tried to, in an almost literal sense, shake her back to her senses, but her memories of what she had done practically petrified her. Finally, with a quick twitch, she regained her composure.
"Hey!" Carl spoke to her softly amidst the walker's moans. "You alright?" And she shakily nodded in response.
Rick and Carol fired round after round at the approaching walkers, but it seemed as if for every walker that was taken down, two more would take its place. It wasn't long before they noticed.
"There couldn't have been that many of them when we drove in!" Carol exclaimed. At first, Rick silently acknowledged her observation and continued to shoot, but the frustration was building up in him as well.
"Where the hell are all these walkers COMING FROM!?" He exclaimed. But he couldn't stop to think about it. He needed to shoot at every walker he could see; his wasn't the only life at stake. He needed to swing the blades and fire the guns. But it was as he fired when he realized: the sound of the guns firing was what was bringing all those other walkers in. As he shot, he realized that he was effectively ringing the dinner bell. That he was turning what was supposed to keep him and everyone alive, into what could end up getting them killed. But what could he do about it? He needed to get help, he thought. Let Carol know about the situation, if she didn't already, and maybe think of a solution. But as he thought about that, he heard the very last sound he wanted to hear: Judith's bloodcurdling scream.
"NO!" Rick yelled. Walkers had approached from behind him and Carol and had come across their car. Rick watched as the car door was opened, exposing the spot where Judith was sitting. Without a second thought, he dashed for the car, swung the door open, and slid across the back row to put a bullet in the walker's head just before it could sink its teeth into Judith. But the infant continued to wail, the sounds of the moaning and the firing of the bullet continuing to distress her. Even though he knew the loudness was torturing Judith, Rick continued to shoot at the walkers, before enough had been shot and fallen back for him to slam the door shut.
Carol, now dealing with the advancing horde alone, began to notice that some of the walkers she was trying to hold off were now making their way towards the car, towards Rick and Judith. And even though she had enough walkers to deal with herself, she began to fire rapidly at the walkers heading towards the car to get their attention, and once she did, she began to run towards the forest, far away from the car, bringing all the walkers she had attracted with her.
Rick fired at those walkers that didn't notice Carol. His aim was stifled and he also saw the other walkers gathering at the side of the closed door, but he was determined. He was not going to lose his children especially not after all he had been through just to see them again. And as he thought of that, he saw one of the approaching walkers shot down from behind by Carl. Seeing an opportunity to hopefully guarantee both of his children's safety, Rick decided to run the gauntlet. He took Judith out of her seat, held her tightly to him and exited the car. He shot the closest walkers and immediately ran towards Carl.
"Carl!" He called out, and his son immediately ran towards him, after dispatching a few more walkers. "Take Judith, get to the car, and lock it! You keep her safe!"
Immediately, Rick handed Judith over to Carl, and his elder child instantly ran as fast as he could back to the car. He placed Judith first and proceeded to get in himself. As he did, a walker grabbed him by the leg. He immediately kicked it off and shot it. He then saw the door to Judith's side open, and Carl swiftly took his knife and killed the walker that tried to grab Judith before slamming the door shut and locking it. Another walker tried to get in from his side but he literally kicked it out, and when another immediately tried to do the same, he slammed that door shut as well, cutting off its fingers.
Carol was running farther and farther away from the house area, with a sizeable horde following after. She shot those walkers nearest to her, trimming the horde down in whatever way she could. She then sprinted deeper towards the woods with the walkers following. Lizzie saw this, and proceeded to run after them.
Rick was in no man's land. He couldn't risk directing more attention to the car and to his kids, but was still rather far from the house, which was why he couldn't bring Judith and Carl there in the first place. He did what he felt was the only thing he could do, which was to fight through it. While the effects of Carol's actions had shown, there was still a large number of walkers in his way, and knowing that the sounds would attract even more of them, he didn't shoot, instead relying on his weapons as blunt objects. He ran and struck for his life to get to the house, but soon one walker got too close and pinned him down. Rick struggled against the walker on top of him, his rifle pressed across its chest just barely keeping it away from him. He also knew that he needed to get out of this predicament soon, or risk more walkers, possibly more than he could handle, piling up on him. Fortunately, the walker was pulled off of him, and Tyreese immediately proceeded to bash its head in with his own rifle.
"Don't shoot! The sounds are attracting even more of them!" Rick said as Tyreese helped him to his feet.
"I figured." Tyreese replied. "Come on! Quick!" They then ran as fast as they could towards the house, striking the walkers that got too close, met with Mika, and entered. Mika fired a couple more shots before entering the house herself.
Lizzie frantically ran through the woods following what she thought and hoped was the horde that was chasing Carol. She had only brought one gun, which judging from the size of the horde, would not last. She then realized that in essence, she was running towards a horde of walkers, and that indeed, she hadn't thought things through, but also that there was now no turning back. She could see the many footprints on the ground, and followed them. Eventually, the tracks led her to an abandoned building in the forest, a warehouse probably. Though aware of the new dangers that could arise from such a claustrophobic environment, Lizzie took a deep breath, and entered. She flashed her light in the dark environment, and proceeded to walk around, albeit very slowly.
"Carol!" She whisper screamed. But there was no response. She continued to move around, calling Carol's name every time she reached a new area. She walked slowly and with caution, holding her flashlight in one hand, and her gun in the other; wary of anything that could jump out on her or help her find Carol. Every corner she turned, not knowing what she would see, was terrifying. Every sound she heard, however small it was, and whether or not it was a moan or a snarl, frightened her. This whole ordeal was terrifying, and while Lizzie knew her intentions were noble, she also knew that all of this could end badly for her and for Carol. And just as she feared, when she turned one particular corner, there she saw it: the horde. It was moaning and clawing at a set of stairs, Carol certainly having gone up it, and Lizzie watched in horror as the walkers slowly started turning their heads towards her. They then began their pursuit of her, and Lizzie ran as fast as she could, with all that she had. She managed to keep them at a safe distance, and while she was going for the exit, she then saw another set of stairs. Knowing that walkers aren't good climbers and that Carol was most likely somewhere upstairs, she went up.
Once upstairs, she continued her search for Carol, the eeriness before her encounter with the herd, once again filling the area. She looked carefully at anything her light would touch; hoping at least one of them would give her a clue to where Carol was. Suddenly, a walker emerged from behind and lunged at her. Lizzie stabbed it as she turned around, and pinned its head against the wall. She had a look on her face that seemed rather unhinged as she looked at the walker. She then jabbed the knife deeper into the walker's skull before removing it and moving on. While the eerie noises of her environment were still present, Lizzie suddenly found that the loudest sound she could hear was that of her own breathing. The longer she stayed and moved around in this claustrophobic structure, the tenser she was becoming. She then heard something sound off nearby, perhaps a sound that was caused by someone moving around or dropping something. Knowing what that could possibly mean, Lizzie moved towards the area where she heard the sound. She followed it to a wooden door that was slightly damaged and partially opened. With a deep breath, she opened it. "Carol?" But unfortunately, it was not Carol. It was a walker. It jumped at her and pinned her against the wall. It inched closer to Lizzie's face as it gnawed, and as she struggled against it, she was forced to look closely at its blank eyes and salivating mouth. Finally, she was able to kick the walker on its knee and make it fall down, but its strong grip on her brought her down with it, forcing her to drop her gun in the process. Lizzie immediately got loose of the walker and reached for her gun, but the walker grabbed her by the ankle and tripped her. She kicked the walker off of her, and with the gun too far compared to how close the walker was she moved herself to the nearby room. But before she could fully close the door, the walker got up and pounced at her, and Lizzie held the door closed with her feet. She used all the strength she had to keep the walker out, but she was struggling and the walker was relentless. Eventually, she realized that what she was doing was futile, and detached her feet from the door. The walker pushed through and immediately lunged for her, its face going for hers, and Lizzie quickly grabbed her knife and put it in front of her face, effectively causing the walker to dig its own head into it. She kicked the walker off of her and shuffled over to another wall to pick herself up. But just as she was getting to her feet, she was grabbed by another walker by her hair from the window of the room beside the one she was in. As Lizzie struggled, the walker slowly began to move its head and teeth closer. She struggled to get herself free, but the grip was too strong. She then noticed the walker inching closer to her neck, and quickly grabbed her knife and jabbed it in the head. After taking a few moments to catch her breath, she moved out of the room, retook her gun, and resumed her search. With her flashlight in hand, she once again began to turn corners, calling out for Carol and looking for any signs of danger or of her. Finally, after turning another corner, she saw a disgusting but encouraging sign: a walker lying dead on the floor with a hole in its head. Lizzie moved towards it, and after calling out for Carol again, she saw a door nearby and moved to investigate. Before she could open it though, she saw a walker shambling towards her from the next corner. Lizzie immediately took her gun and shot it, and it fell down and continued to squirm and moan, having only been shot in the shoulder. Lizzie went to it. Though she had never tried it before, she stomped on its head, and whether it was because of her inexperience or her lightness or both, she didn't succeed in killing the walker. She tried again, this time jumping on it with both feet, but it still didn't work. Just as she got off though, the walker's head was suddenly crushed by a sledgehammer, and Lizzie looked and saw Carol standing before her holding it.
"Carol…" Lizzie muttered as she moved in to embrace her.
"Oh thank God…" Carol said simultaneously as she and Lizzie hugged. "How did you find me?" She then asked.
"I saw you run into the woods. I waited 'till it was safe to follow you."
"You saw that horde chase after me?"
"Yes ma'am. And they're spread out downstairs so we can't leave through there."
After a moment, Carol replied. "So how are we…?" But before she could finish, she and Lizzie saw another group of walkers emerge from the door that Lizzie was about to open. "Shit." She mumbled, and she and Lizzie immediately ran. They crossed all the corners before coming across what looked like a dead end. It was just a window wall with no corners to cross.
"We're gonna have to jump!" Carol announced.
"Looks like we found our exit!" Lizzie remarked, and having not even stopped running, they ran to the wall and burst through. Thankfully, they weren't so high off the ground for the fall to kill them, but as fate would have it, once they landed, Carol grunted in pain and clutched her ankle, having apparently hurt it. To make matters worse, many (but thankfully not all) of the walkers downstairs had heard the noise and began moving towards Carol and Lizzie. Lizzie helped Carol to her feet and held her arm as they made a run for it.
"Let's follow the tracks! Find our way back to the house!" Lizzie said, and she led Carol to where the tracks were, and began moving opposite their direction, with the horde following. Lizzie briefly stopped to shoot at the walkers, as did Carol, before they and the walkers continued on.
"The gunfire attracts them. There're even more of them now." Rick told Mika.
"What does that mean? Those two shots I fired attracted another 20 of them?"
After a moment's lament, Rick replied "…Probably."
"What are we gonna do?"
"Something… We just gotta figure it out…"
After a short silence, Mika saw Lizzie's gun on the couch, and beside it, its silencer. "What about this?" She asked, holding up the silencer. Rick looked at the silencer and then at Tyreese's rifle. It was a sniper rifle, he observed. He may be able to think of something, he thought to himself. He took the rifle and the silencer and put them together and to his relief and exhilaration, they fit perfectly together.
"Tyreese, you and Mika get to your car and find another rifle, and make sure it has a scope on it. I might have a plan…"
The walkers were surrounding Rick's car, plastering their faces to the window and snarling all around. Carl kept Judith close to her, shielding her ears from the noises.
Mika and Tyreese peered out the door, looking at the walkers surrounding the car as well as the ones near the house.
"You get the rifle while I cover you. You go in and out, okay? Scratch my back and I'll scratch yours."
"Just like with you and Sasha, right?"
"…Yeah." They observed the walker-infested area some more. "Okay, on 3. 1, 2…"
"3!" Mika completed, and they burst out of the door but while making minimal sound from it. The move worked as fewer walkers, mostly the ones closer to the house, approached them. Tyreese struck them down, as Mika opened the truck, and searched for a sniper rifle. Tyreese impaled a walker's head with his rifle's barrel as Mika found it. As she closed the trunk, Tyreese crushed another walker's head on the back window with the butt of his rifle, and they quickly ran back to the house.
Though it didn't seem that they would get through, the walkers' presence in the car was more than bothersome to Carl. And though he knew he wasn't likely to do anything rash, he looked to the back of the car at the cache of weapons his dad brought in it. He rummaged through them. He saw rifles, machine guns, blades, blunt objects, lots and lots of ammo...and he even saw a grenade.
Tyreese and Mika re-entered the house where Rick was waiting.
"We'll take turns. Start with the ones nearest to us, and then we get rid of the ones surrounding the car."
"You sure this'll work?" Tyreese asked.
"…Let's hope it will." Rick simply answered.
As Carl held still at the sight of the grenade, a walker suddenly pressed its face on the back window, face to face with him. As Carl looked on at it, he saw other surrounding walkers get gunned down until finally, the walker itself was shot. Knowing that shots were being fired, Carl quickly took Judith and ducked on the car's floor. On the porch, Rick shot at the walkers, the silencer suppressing the rifle's sound. He shot at them as well as the ones near the porch until he ran out of ammo.
"I'm out. Your turn." He coolly said, passing the silencer to Tyreese.
"I thought you said, start with the ones nearby." He commented before shooting his own silenced shots.
"They're my kids, and it's not like the walkers will hear us." He replied, sharing a quick chuckle with Tyreese, who then continued shooting at the walkers by the porch, eventually killing them all.
"Alright Mika. Go in." He told her, passing her the silencer. Mika ran out the porch towards the car, and Carl watched as the walkers surrounding the car moved away from it and towards Mika. She gunned down the remaining walkers and immediately opened the car door.
"Carl! Let's go!" She called to him, and she helped him and Judith get out of the car and guarded them as they ran back to the house. Arriving at the porch, Carl reunited with Rick who embraced him and kissed Judith in the forehead while Mika ran up the porch as well.
Lizzie and Carol ran as fast as they could, which unfortunately was not as fast as they hoped it would be due to Carol's hurt ankle. A horde of walkers was still following them. They kept it at a safe enough distance and periodically stopped to shoot at it. Eventually however, fate caught up with them.
"Dammit! I'm out of ammo!" Lizzie said.
"…I only have one bullet left." Carol replied.
And with nothing else to do and with no time or distance to waste, they kept moving. At one point however, Carol tripped on a thick branch and ended up getting stuck on the forest floor. Lizzie frantically tried to free her but she was making slow progress. She then looked around her and saw that she was still too far away from the house to the point that it was just barely visible from where she was and that there was still a large number of walkers heading towards her and Carol. As she continued to struggle to free Carol, she made a decision. "HELP!" She loudly shouted.
At the porch, everyone heard Lizzie's scream.
"What was that?" Tyreese asked.
"…It's Lizzie." Mika pointed out, eyes bulging. "I'm going after her." She announced and began to move down from the patio, but everyone voiced out his concerns.
"She's my sister! And what if she has Carol with her?"
"You don't even know where to look!" Carl argued.
"That yell came from over there!" She asserted, pointing to the forested area behind the house. "Don't tell me you wouldn't start there if you were looking!"
"But Mika… Fine! I'll go get them." Carl replied.
"What?"
"Carl!" Rick approached him questioningly.
"Mika, you're ten!" Carl began. "And dad. We wouldn't have known that Judith was alive if she hadn't told us! And we all wouldn't be here together now either!"
"Please Mr. Grimes! She's my sister! And Carol's the closest person I have to a mother now!" Mika added.
"And dad. She was with us in Atlanta." Carl pleaded, and Rick finally nodded. Without a word, Carl bolted out the porch and ran to the back of the house and into the woods.
Lizzie finally untangled Carol and helped her to her feet. By the time Carol was standing, they were certain that the horde was now even closer to them.
"Come on! We gotta run!" Lizzie shook her, and as Carol observed the approaching walkers and ran from them, she began to realize something. As they ran, Carol once again stumbled and Lizzie had to grasp her more tightly now to keep her running.
"Come on ma'am! You can do it!" Lizzie tried to encourage her, but Carol was beginning to get visibly bothered at what she was beginning to further realize.
As they struggled to run through the woods, they heard the sounds of Carl's calling getting louder until they saw him running to them. Carl eventually reached them, heavily breathing because of the distance he had to run. Lizzie took this as a bad sign.
"We're out of ammo! Carol's hurt and walkers are following us!" She told him.
"How many?" He asked, stepping aside and raising his gun.
"Carl…too many to count."
As Lizzie said this, they then saw the herd begin to slowly show itself.
"Shit." Carl muttered. "I don't have enough bullets and without a silencer, the gunshots might bring more of them!"
"What the hell are we gonna do then? The walkers are gonna follow us all the way to the house."
"I don't know. We have a silencer, but we're exhausted. We already had to deal with one horde…"
As Carl and Lizzie conversed, Carol realized more and more what needed to be done, and knowing that she was only comfortable with her herself doing it, she began to take up a sad expression. Finally, she stalled Carl and Lizzie's conversation by throwing her gun to the ground in front of them. They turned to her.
"I need to stay behind."
"…What?" Carl asked, shocked. He and Lizzie had mortified looks on their faces.
"You don't have enough bullets, and we only have one. And if we run back to the house, they're just gonna follow us there, and we're too exhausted to fight back. One of us has to stay behind."
"Carol, we can fight back anyway! If we're too exhausted now, we can take them out the next day!"
"And spend the night listening to those moans? You won't be able to bear it! No one ever will…"
"Carol…" Lizzie very meekly said.
"Carl," Carol began, "you take Lizzie back to the house. The walkers will be too busy with me to notice you…"
"CAROL!" Lizzie shouted.
"…and you'll be able to get her there safely." She continued, talking over Lizzie.
"We're still far from the house, so you won't have a problem with the walkers coming after you when they're done with me."
"Carol, please!" Carl started. "You don't…"
"No Carl," She interrupted. "I have to do this. Now don't waste time arguing, just take Lizzie and get back to the house."
Carl looked and saw the horde getting visible. He realized then that he had no choice but to comply with Carol's orders.
"Come on Lizzie." He told her softly, he grabbed her wrist but Lizzie yanked it out of his grip and faced Carol.
"Carol, please! There's got to be another way!"
"I'm sorry Lizzie, there just isn't! Not with the horde approaching!"
"BUT CAROL!" She shouted.
"You take care of each other, you promise me." She tried to comfort her, as the walkers inched even closer.
"CAROL, PLEASE! I'M NOT LEAVING WITHOUT YOU!" Lizzie screamed hysterically and with tears in her eyes.
"You have to Lizzie! Just go!" Carol shouted back, pushing Lizzie to try to get her to run.
"NO CAROL! YOU CAN'T DO THIS! YOU CAN'T STAY! I'M NOT LEAVING!"
"NO!" Carol yelled, and she slapped Lizzie with the back of her hand. "Carl! Get her back to the house! You drag her by the hair if you have to!"
And with a deep breath, Carl approached Lizzie and grabbed her by the waist and began to pull her away. "NO! CAROL!" she screamed, and she reached out her hand to try and touch Carol's face but she wasn't able to reach it. Carol closed her eyes as if to accept her fate and her decision, as she heard the snarls get louder and louder.
"CAROL! NO!" Lizzie continued to scream. Carl had managed to carry her a remarkable distance, though still in view of Carol and the approaching walkers, and he pulled her back so she would face him.
"Lizzie!" He shouted, placing his palms on Lizzie's cheeks. "There's no use, there's nothing we can do! She's made her decision and she won't budge! The only thing we can do now is to make sure her it was not in vain! I swear to God Lizzie, this hurts me to say and to do this, but please! For Carol's sake…"
He then placed his hands on Lizzie's shoulder and Lizzie looked at Carl's piercing blue eyes, but then looked over at Carol who was now squinting and shaking as she awaited her fate. Tears were beginning to stream down her face, and the walkers were now inching even closer to her and were now within lunging distance. Lizzie saw this, and with her lips shaking and the tears streaming down her face as well, she made her own decision. She kneed Carl in the stomach and began running back towards Carol.
"NO! Lizzie!" Carl called after her, and hearing this, Carol opened her eyes and saw Lizzie running back towards her. She could only let out a gasp.
Lizzie ran closer and closer to Carol, who was still, as if petrified. And as the first walker opened its mouth and prepared to sink its teeth into Carol's neck, Lizzie finally reached her. She picked up Carol's gun from the spot where she threw it, and using its final bullet, shot Carol right in the head. She fell over, and before she even hit the ground, just as she began to tilt backwards, the walkers began sinking their teeth into her now lifeless body.
Lizzie briefly watched this, and then turned and ran away. With tears streaming down her face, she ran without stopping. She ran past Carl, who could only look with a shocked and sad expression on his face, watching the walkers begin to devour Carol before himself turning to run back to the house.
So...yup. I did it. But don't think that this was revenge for how vice versa happened in the show 'cause I kinda understood that Carol had to do it and I was actually thinking of doing this in my story for a long time. Though I must admit, watching The Grove might have made it a liiitle easier to make my decision... Hope you enjoyed!