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H E R
It was barely dawn of the next day when Carol came back to my new cell.
I had been staring at the bars of the bunk above me, sulking considerably. It had been hard to sleep when icy blood was pounding through the veins beneath my prickling skin.
"You have a visitor."
A visitor?
Carl.
Of course he'd come. What had I expected? For him to give up and not even bother looking for me?
Carol lead me to a simple room the size of a supply closet. It was virtually empty with only a large glass window which took up one of the walls along with a, hopefully, locked red door that led between the two small rooms.
And who was standing behind the window, arms crossed and eyes glaring? Carl Grimes himself.
Carol looked between us, Carl fuming silently and me trying my very best to avoid eye contact with him. She seemed to get an idea of what was going on and decided it was better if she left us to it. The door closed heavily behind her. I stepped towards the window, feeling somewhat safe due to the fact there was a good amount of glass separating the two of us.
As soon as Carol's footsteps echoed away and she was surely out of earshot, Carl slammed his fist against the glass making me gasp despite myself.
"Carl! What the hell?"
"What were you thinking?" He snarled, his voice muffled by the glass yet it wrung true through my ears.
Why was he mad? I should be the mad one, for Christ's sake! I could feel the heat rising within me, simmering beneath the surface, threatening to boil over at any moment.
I tried composing myself. Crossing my arms and frowning at him as if to show his attitude did not affect me. But Carl was pissed and running on angstful adrenaline, which wasn't helping his case, considering all things taken.
"You just got up and left? You did exactly what I specifically told you not to do!"
I backed away from the glass and Carl's furious face. "Calm down. Are you kidding me? You're going to wake half the prison." I was honestly too tired and weak to deal with him right then.
"Why did you leave?" He asked, that time in an indignant whisper-shout.
"I'm going to die, Carl." I said plainly. It was certain. We had three more deaths just in the night alone.
