Carl From Walking Dead Hat Novels & Stories

What had they done to her? “What’s wrong Cara,” my voice shook as I asked. “Zombies. There are zombies out there. What the fuck is this?” The masked figure pulled the hood of the cloak down and removed the mask. I had been right. It was Helena. Her pale blonde hair fell loose looking like snow. “They’re just actors.” Her voice sounded weary. “She almost cracked Jeff’s skull. We’re lucky he’s hard-headed. She gave him a bump as fat as the fucking Grand Canyon.” The man we knew as Manuel said. So his name was Paul.

The warriors smiled when they saw their alpha, they knew that the vampires had signed their death warrants. Carl took off running going in the direction of the packhouse, he got into the forest running at full speed, jumping logs and breaking twigs with his massive paws. The trees passed by fast as he ran past them in full speed, he came to view of the packhouse from the Northern border and he saw the fight that was happening in front of the packhouse.

“So true. That was torture.” We sat quietly for a bit, just enjoying the short break, until he turned his head toward me. “You went out with that man yesterday.” I blinked at him. “Huh?” He smiled knowingly. “I… I recognized him.” My stomach did a small flip. “Recognized him?” Carl nodded, grinning. “Alpha Darius.” My eyes widened. “You… know him?” “Of course,” Carl said. “He’s quite known, really. Powerful, too. He’s a werewolf and a CEO on top of that. He's a reputable man to this school too.”

"What are you shaking for, Carl?" I stood my ground, my pulse a rhythmic thrum against my collarbone. "If I’m just a 'blank' without a soul, why do you look like you’re staring at a loaded gun?" Carl’s fingers whitened as he gripped the armrests of his wheelchair. The mask of the grieving, injured heir was slipping, revealing the jagged edge of the predator underneath. Behind him, the opulent foyer of the Hale estate felt like a mausoleum, smelling of expensive floor wax and old blood.

“I know enough, Prince. But you won’t hear anything from me. That hurts, right?” Carl tilted his head, a chilling smile creeping across his lips. “Really? You think so?” “Yes,” the man spat. “You’re a weakling, Prince Carl. There is nothing you can do to me. You can only kill me.” Carl chuckled darkly, stepping closer. “Oh… you flatter yourself. You think I’ll kill you? Dream on. Death is mercy. You won’t die—not by my hand. You’ll live… but as a walking dead.”

Kara's POV My life right now is the exact illustration for back to square one. I remember how I had walked in here sometime ago and stood in the same hall with Carl showing himself off like the unattractive pig that he is. I can only hope my mind portal isn't opened and all my thoughts are out. Carl wouldn't hesitate to have my head chopped off to prove a point. I swallowed hard, holding up his gaze while trying hard to put on a smile. Carl had a devilish grin on his face. "What do we have here? How long has it been again? A year or two? You look better than the last time I saw you. Have you been feeding on blood?" He mocked.

Miller finally shoved between us, planting one hand firmly on each of our chests. "Stop it! Both of you, back off!" Charles breathed hard. His collar was torn, and blood ran freely from both nostrils, staining his lips. He wiped his face with the back of his hand, looked at the crimson smear, and then looked right at me. The room went dead quiet. Then the locker room door swung open. Carl walked in. Carl had a small frame. That was the first thing people noticed and the last thing they remembered. He was older and had repeated senior class a couple times. He commanded a terrifying amount of respect for always handling messes like this.

He had cameras facing him from every ankle. “Carl '' Kerlson called out slowly and walked over. Carlson was weak and in pain but managed to smile for his brother. “You can call me Carl, you know I am not you right?'' Carlson smiled but there was no need to convince the guards. Carlson had done more than enough.

He looked like a teenager. "Um, yes," Carl laughed nervously. "We were having a bit of a disagreement and I had to stop him from becoming physically violent. You know, for his own protection." "He looks scared to me," I shrugged. "He doesn't look angry at all. If he was, I'd expect you all to be the ones getting restrained." I turned to Carl with a smile. "You know, since he's the Alpha's heir, and your Alpha now that my uncle is dead."

That's the only thing he wanted to do for her, unlike what his teammates have been thinking of him as he does nothing but ask for Alice. "Why would I not?" Carl's eyes widened and so were the others. He turned and saw Alice walking towards them. There were mixed feelings after he saw Alice. He was relieved that she came back, but at the same time, he felt sad seeing the significant changes in her physical appearance. She looked like she had lost some weight, and the underside of her eyes were dark. Alice was wearing makeup, but it was still noticeable.