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You perch precariously on a thin looking branch in the tree you had escaped to when a horde of walkers had passed. You'd been here for hours and now, you were seriously scared the branch would snap before you could make it down. The odds are huge considering you're too high up then you realised. You look down for a moment and see a boy, maybe your age. You're about to grab your gun when the branch snaps in two. You scream as you smack forcefully to the ground, the impact knocking the air from your lungs.

"Shit, are you okay?!" The boy asks, kneeling down next to you. You feel blood trickling down your face, and you are very aware that an arm shouldn't bend like that.

"I-I think my arm's broken." You gasp, amazed you can actually speak.

"Do you think you can stand?" He asks worriedly.

"I don't know, I can try." You say as your breathing becomes more regular.

"Okay, lean all your weight on me." He tells you. You nod and he gently pulls you up. You whimper a little and clutch your ribs, but you seem to be able to stand.

"How'd you feel?" He asks warily.

"I think I broke a few ribs and my arm." I say.

"We have a doctor back at camp. I can take you there." He tells me. "What's your name?"

"I'm Y/N," you say.

"I'm Carl Grimes." He says. "Don't worry, you're gonna be okay."