Alone •Carl Grimes•

Empty

Ella's POV

I walked through the damp woods and kept my guard up. I had a dagger in my right hand. I looked out of the corner of my eye and saw a biter trudging it's way around the forest. I bent down and picked up a rock and threw it. It hit the ground with a thud and the walker walked towards it. This gave me time to run. I ran through the woods and reached a small dirt road. I followed it and caught a glimpse of a small house. I sighed to myself and walked the rest of the way to it.

When my foot stepped on the small porch the wood creaked underneath me. I winced at the sound and heard a thud from inside. I got my dagger get ready and kicked the door open. A young male biter turned towards me and started to walk at me. I kicked it down and jumped on it's stomach, pushing my dagger through its skull. I got off and wiped the blood on my pants. I stood up and grabbed it's foot and drug it out the door. When i was done i walked inside and pushed the couch up against the door.

I walked slowly around the house to make sure it was clear, which it was. I walked down the hallway and found a small bathroom. I actually forgot how I look.

I walked in and sat my duffle bag down. It's still filled with ammo and guns that I never bothered to use. Except one hand gun to kill Andrew.

I looked in the dust covered mirror and saw a girls reflection. My brown hair was down to my butt and was covered in blood and dirt. My black shirt was ripped on the side and blood stained it everywhere. I had on grey cuffed sweatpants which were covered in dirt and blood. I looked closer in the mirror and saw my bright blue eyes still their color of blue. They tend to turn grey and a greenish from time to time.

I noticed my once smooth skin was covered in dried blood and dirt. I sighed and grabbed a water bottle from my bag. I got a towel and put some water on it and rubbed my face clean. I then found a cleanish pair of clothes and changed. I threw away my black shirt cause with holes it would be no good. I put a grey shirt on my thin body and some dark jeans. I put my combat boots back on and walked out.

My stomach growled but I refuse to eat. I have a small amount of food that I am trying to save.

I saw on the couch and looked at my now cleanish skin. I felt that if one bump into a wall will break my body. I haven't slept in days and was deadly tired. I need sleep bad. I looked at the small window and saw it was now dark. I got up and trudged my way to the back bedroom and shut the door, locking it behind me. I walked to the small bed and carefully laid down. it hurt to be in the position I am in. I covered up with the small blanket and find closed my eyes, hoping that tomorrow will bring a better day. But then I remembered. Better days don't exist.