A/N: so I realised that I used the word brainless a lot in my last chapter and I'm really sorry. I kept having to change it because I would write 'walkers' instead of 'brainless ' so I was concentrating a lot on that . But I promise that you will learn the correct term for these zombies! :)

~Zombiefighter01

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Carl's p.o.v

After Hershal gets the boy's head to stop bleeding, he looks at the girls arm. Her arm is bent at a weird angle. I turn to my dad.

"Dad, can we bring them back to the prison? "

My father sighs and runs a hand through his hair. " I don't know son..."

" But dad , they need our help!" I protest." Cant we ask them the three questions and if they don't pass then leave them?"

My father seems to take this into consideration. " Fine. "

I walk over to the girl who's arm is in a make shift sling from Daryl's long sleeve. It's almost winter and the girl's family only has ripped, dirty pants, old gym shoes and short sleeves. The mother gave her sweater to her son and dad gave his jacket to her.

I take off my jacket and hand it to the girl. She stares at it then at me. "Oh ...no I -I couldn't. "

"Take it all you have is a short sleeve on, I have a long sleeve and that's not fair. " she shakes her head no but I am already putting it on her shoulders and make sure the top is bottomed so it doesn't slide off. I look up at her face and catch her staring at me with those (Y/C/E) eyes and she immediately drops her gaze to the ground.

"Thank you, " she says.

Dad comes over to us and puts a hand on her shoulder. " what's your name young lady?"

She looks up at him and hesitates for a moment. "(Y/N)."

"Well (Y/N) I'm Rick and this is Carl," he says jerking his thumb towards me. I hate it when he tells strangers my name. It's like they know my whole business now.

(Y/N) smiles a shy smile at me and looks back down at her shoes.

Dad aks if he can ask her some questions and she nods her head.

"How many walkers have you killed?"

"Too many, " is the answer.

" How many people have you killed?"

" Three."

"Why? "

Her eyes well up with tears and one slips down her cheek. " My dad, my cousin and my boyfriend. They were all infected, some bit and some jut turned." As she starts to cry harder, I immediately hug her. She hugs back with her good arm. My dad looks surprised. I guess it's because I don't reply show affection to any one any more.

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A/N: In case some of you didn't know, (Y/C/E) means your color eyes. And I hope the alternate point of views are OK with you guys. But I would really like some suggestions on what I should do in the story. :) Thanks!

~zombiefighter01