Very very VERY important authors note at the end of this chapter.
"I'm not letting you." Carl shook his head. "He's harmless!" I laughed. "We don't know that Maci." Carl looked at me. "I just want to check on him, that's all Carl." I said, sighing. "I don't trust him, he just got here-" "I'm not gonna be alone with him, Denise is gonna be there." I said.
"Maci please just stay here, with me. Don't leave just to go check on some boy!" He freaked. I smiled at him instantly shaking my head as I turned the doorknob to leave. "Maci-" "Don't worry Carl Grimes..." I smiled a bit. "Or should I say Mr.Jealous?" I giggled as I opened the door and left him standing there with a smirk on his face.
I walked not too far down on the road to the infirmary. I opened the door a little and peeked in to see Denise. "Hey is he okay?" I asked. She nodded instantly looking at me. "The bullet went through, he's all stitched up and should heal perfectly. He just needs lots and lots of rest." She smiled softly. "Thank you." I smiled.
"He's right in there." She pointed to the room Carl was once in not too long ago. I walked down and peeked in. The boy was sitting up in the bed and spotted me. He stared up at me and I shook my head.
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"Good to see you too." I laughed. "Sorry." He sighed. "I should be saying sorry..for doing this to you." I said. "Don't worry about it. I've been through much worse." He sighed. "Hasn't everyone?" I asked.
He smiled just a tad but showing no teeth. I sat on the chair next to him. "I never got your name you know.." He said. "Surprised you didn't here Carl screaming like 5 seconds ago.." I laughed. "Sex?" He asked.
I shook my head quickly, laughing. "He didn't want me coming to check on you." I said. "I figured they made you." He said. "No." I smiled softly. He sighed and sat back against the pillow. He looked up at me.
"What's your name?" He asked. "Maci..Maci Thomson." I said. He smiled a little. "I never knew your name..." I raised an eyebrow. "I'll tell you sometime soon. Not now." He shook his head.
I nodded a bit. "How long have you been here...?" He asked. "5 months? Maybe 6, 7, or 8. I don't know." I laughed. "It's a good place..?" He asked. I nodded with a smile. "Best place I've been too even before the apocalypse." I smiled a bit and he looked at me.
"Foster Home?" He sat up. My eyes went huge. "How the hell did you know that?" I asked. "I can tell..by the way you act..or try to." He said. I stared at him just confused. "I was in one too..before all this." He sighed.
"Damn." I said. "Yep." He chuckled. "My parents were drug attics and they took me away when I was only a few weeks old...god I was a messed up kid." He laughed shaking his head then covered his mouth to hide his smile.
