I'm late, what a surprise
SOTC: Na Na Na — My Chemical Romance
• scream out, "what will save us?" / and the sky opened up •
Carl was losing his fucking mind.
He felt like the world was crumbling, the dark walls of the cell breaking apart, concrete shattering and crushing.
He felt like he had no gravity.
Harsh consequences.
Honestly? Fuck April. Fuck her bullshit plan. No matter her intentions, he was here. He was here and dying and starving. Everything burned. He hadn't slept since he gave that letter to Dwight.
He just wanted to leave.
He... needed to leave.
Why was he still here?
Carl sat up, a bitter tang in his mouth.
Why was he still here?
A rage flew up in his chest. The room hued red and the edges began to blur. I'm a fucking human. Not a pet. Not an animal. Why do they expect me to sit and stay and fucking obey?
He was bigger than his cage.
Placed his two hands on either side of his chest, felt every bar of bone under his skin.
The pearl in his socket was a small, bright moon.
I'm more than this.
The sweatshirt hung around him like a parachute. It was huge on him before, but now, his shoulders barely even cleared an inch of the seam.
His gaze looked past the man's back. Past the one in front of him, and beyond. He felt so small. He felt like a mole.
"Alrightly, assholes." The savior guard spoke in a lazy tone. Gesturing toward the enclosure of dirt behind them. "You have two minutes."
As the prisoners began to peel off from the line, Carl felt a surge of adrenaline buzz through his body. He meandered through the shit-smelling air, the squelch of who-knows-what against his boots.
I'm doing this. I'm doing this.
He reached the chain-link fence.
Wheeled around. Made sure the guard wasn't looking.
Tested it with his fingers. Hardly a creak.
Back in Terminus, they were trying to escape. Gunshots peppered around him, and he was sobbing, and he was clinging on to his father limping beside him.
He placed one foot in the chain link.
Walkers and walkers and walkers, their macabre fingers and off-twist grins—
Another.
The clinking of fingers and shoes and fingers and shoes against metal against chicken wire, he could die—
Another round. Another round hits asphalt behind him and the floor falls out from behind him and—
He vaulted over, quiet as a mouse, his boots hitting the ground with a soft pat.
...holy shit.
He looked through the fence. The lights of the factory blotting out the stars...
The fucking stars...
He was out.
He sprinted. Cleared the tree line and kept going, and kept going. It was so dark. He was grinning. He was almost giggling.
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