Let Someone Else Get Him

“You’re kidding, right?” I laughed, “You’re turning to me right now? Did you even hear what I said to you? Or did I smack you so hard your tiny brain stopped working? Go find him yourself or let someone else do it; Carl is not my son and if he was, he wouldn’t be missing all the damn time.”

Lori didn’t move.

“You serious?” Maggie said in disgust.

“Do I look like I’m joking?” I snarled.

“Fine, then I’ll go. Someone needs to get that boy.” Maggie glared at me as she stood up from the couch and straightened out her shirt. Lori handed her the small gun and she took it.

“I’ll be back with him, alright?”

Lori nodded and sat down next to Carol, crying in her arms. I was about to shout out, Why don’t you pay attention to your son? But decided it was better to keep my mouth shut. I had said enough with my actions to make it pretty clear about what I thought of her parenting.

I watched Maggie climb the stairs with the small gun clutched in her hands. She creaked the door open, peered out, and then exited, closing the door behind her.

I turned back around and sat down in my chair, scooting as far away from Lori as I could. I ended up in the corner where I could strangely hear almost everything that was going on upstairs. I looked up and realized there was a venting system. I heard voices, accompanied by groans from the undead.

“C’mon now, we have to go back.” Maggie’s southern accent was clear.

Muuuurrraahhhhrrrmmm… grrraaaurrrrr…

“I can’t! I want to help!” Carl whined.

Raaaaarchhhraaaaarmmm… mmmmoorrruuunnnmm…

“Carl, we can’t argue, please just come back! PLEASE!”

POW! BAM! Two gunshots rang throughout the basement and drew everyone else’s attention. They all crowded around me in the dark corner and listened.

“C’mon Carl! GO!!! GO, GO, GO!!!!” Maggie’s voice went faint and we heard footsteps running across our ceiling.

We followed them around the room until they got closer to the stairs. Lori bounded up them, followed closely by Carol, and then myself.

The door flew open and Carl was practically pushed down the stairs. Maggie ran in after and went to close the door when… “AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!”

She screamed as a walker got a clump of her hair through a crack in the door and pulled her back. The gun she was holding flew out of her hand as she put her arms up to try to detach the walker from herself.

The gun clattered down the steps and landed on the concrete with a metalic thud.

“Help! Someone help me!” she cried.

I turned around and saw Lori going down the stairs with Carl. She noticed the gun as she passed by and picked it up. That’s when I realized, was it best to…

Let Her Shoot It

Shoot It Myself