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You and Carl are huddled together in the bedroom of an abandoned house. These guys had been following you for a while and now, you were all in the same house.

"They're going to kill us!" You scream in a whisper.

"I'm not going to let that happen." Carl whispers determinedly, staring into your eyes with his sharp blue ones. "Y/N... I took supplies from their camp. The medicine... That I gave you. They're looking for me." Carl tells you, reminding you back to the time when you were sick. Really sick. You thought you were going to die. It seemed like you were. And that's when Carl came back with the medicine that saved your life.

"Oh god." You breath. "I don't care. I don't care. Carl, we're going to make it out." You take your gun out of your pocket as somebody starts banging on the door. Oh shit. That lock isn't going to hold.

"I know you're in there!" A man yells. "And when we're done with you, you're going to regret everything!" The door slams open and the lock goes flying halfway across the room, smashing a window. You aim for the man but he's to quick. Before you can even pull the trigger, he's kicked you in the stomach, winding you and sending you flying.

"Don't fucking touch her!" Carl yells. "It's me you're after, not her!" The mans crouched over your small frame, straddling you with a gun at your head.

"Oh, you don't want me to hurt your lover, lover boy?" He man growls with a smirk. The middle aged man drops the gun and takes out a dainty looking knife, pressing the tip of it at the corner of your mouth. "Wanna blow lover boy one last kiss?" He smirks. You spit at him. He growls and presses the knife down. Hard. You scream an ear piercing screech. Another man has Carl pinned up against the wall with a gun at his head.

"Don't hurt him!" You scream, blood dripping into your mouth. The man pulls the knife out and smiles.

"Aw, how sweet." He says as he punches you hard in the face. You try and kick him off of you but you can't. He laughs at your weak attempt. You hear a gunshot ring out form the other side of the room and scream.

"Carl!" You scream as the man plunges the knife into your arm and twists it. You don't react this time. Carl's gone. Carl's gone.

"Get off her, asshole." Carl says, pressing a gun to the mans head. You look up. Oh my god. Carl shot the man who had a gun pressed at his head. Carl's alive. The man on top of you freezes and you scrabble away. Less then seconds later carl sinks a bullet into the mans head.

"Oh my god." You sob. "Oh my god." Carl runs up to you and places his arms tightly around you as you cry into his chest.

"You're okay. We're okay." He cries. He pulls you up with him and wipes your tears away.

And that's when you get shot.

You scream and fall to the ground, clutching your heavily bleeding stomach. Carl whips around and pulls out his gun. We didn't kill them all. He shoots the woman who shot me, sending a bullet flying at her head. She collapses to the ground in a heap. You scream and clutch your stomach as you lie on the ground.

"Oh god." Carl cries. "No!" He screams. He runs over to you and puts one arm behind your neck and the other hovering over the wound. He has tears rolling down his face. "What do I do, Y/N?" He cries. You want to tell him you love him. You want to tell him you're sorry for everything. You want to say goodbye. But you can't speak. You curl your fingers along his cheekbone as you basically choke on your own blood. He cups your hand in his and cries, hanging his head.

"What do I do?" He chokes.

"I love you." You manage to choke as your heart stammers to a stop.

The last thing you hear is Carl shooting you so you don't turn.

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*cries.*

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