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EPISODE TWENTY TWO
"doesn't hurt that bad"
SEASON 4 FINALE

EPISODE TWENTY TWO"doesn't hurt that bad"SEASON 4 FINALE

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GREY KINGSTON

the backseat of the blue truck is quiet as carl and i sit next to each other.

rick and daryl are somewhere outside of it, i assume doing the same thing carl and i are doing—processing what happened.

the sun has since come up, slightly poking through the overcast sky. it's sometime early in the morning and none of us have shut our eyes for rest yet.

"they were bad people." carl says, his voice breaking the quietness that's been around us for so long. "there's bad people and then there's bad people, and that's what they were."

i nod my head in agreement.

"i never talked to you about it." he says, which makes me look at him confusedly. "about the run you went on with my dad and daryl. you guys came back like the only problem you ran into was running out of gas."

i think back to that day after our 2 day run. he's right, all i did was hand him half a pop tart and then went on like nothing was wrong.

"i heard bits and pieces of it from daryl and glenn, but my dad didn't really say anything either. just said you guys killed some bad people, but nothing about what they tried to do to you."

"i think they left it up to me if i wanted to say anything about it."

"but now it happened to me too and—" carl shakes his head, sitting up straighter in the seat. "and if i didn't have you to talk to about it, i'd probably lose my mind in a couple days. i should've talked to you about it, grey."

"carl," i shake my head.

"no, you tried to help me last night. tried climbing over the car for me, and i didn't help you when you were in the same predicament both times."

"you weren't with us for that run." i furrow my eyebrows.

"doesn't matter. you're my best friend, i should've been there for you."

i pull him into a hug, my chin rests on his shoulder as his rests on mine.

"i should've been there for so many things. you were shot, and ... with your mom, i—"

"grey," he pulls away from the hug. "that was a long time ago. way before we would've ran into each other."

i glance down at my hands. there's dried blood in between my fingers.

"when the bombings started, i ran to your house before i ran to mine." i tell him.

"you weren't home?" his eyebrows furrow.

i shake my head, "no. i was with jensen."

carl's face drops and i can't help but want to laugh, "jensen? that hockey playing asshole in your grade? you were with him when the world ended?"

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