Carl Walking Dead Shot Novels & Stories

His eyes were red with hate and then he positioned the gun back to Carl ready to pull the trigger on an innocent man. "Angel Don't...!" My words were cut off by the sound of a single gunshot. My eyes were left bulging with horror as I trailed my gaze from Angel's armed hand to the target and a shrill erupted from me as I gazed upon Carl who he had just shot.

But he wasn’t frowning now as he wet the cloth again and returned to Caleb’s neck to clean the oozing pus. Caleb’s eyes were closed, his long dark lashes still against his ashy skin. “Fucking Dark Storm warrior my ass,” Carl mumbled to himself as he lifted the clothe to Caleb’s forehead. “Taking a knife for someone else is the worst way to die you fool.” Caleb remained still but from Carl’s actions of talking and cleaning Maggie could tell that this was not the first time Carl was cleaning Caleb up and she wondered how many of the others knew this.

I uttered to them, and they nodded their heads in agreement. I continued walking until I finally reached the place where Calvin's dead body was. There are wolves there, and they gave me space to see Calvin's body. I couldn't help but gasp seeing how he was killed. He had many wounds around his body. The weapon that was used against him is a gun. The first thing I did is to check his pulse and it's really confirmed. Calvin is dead, and my body started trembling again because of this news. “What happened to him?” I asked those warriors next to Calvin.

“Jesus Christ… please, don’t. Not here.” “You don’t understand.” My eyes water instantly. With every target I kill, I see Camilla sobbing, gone. They took her away from me. “You will, soon.” Takeshi lunges for his desk. To press the red button. If he succeeds, we’re dead. Carlton is faster, tackling Takeshi to the ground before jabbing his face. My heart. Bloody hell. The emotions are nameless. I rush to Carlton and cup his face, with Takeshi still under him.

Wade finally opened the backdoor and pulled Hugo out of the vehicle. “Get the fuck out you, son of a bitch!” Wade yelled as he dragged Hugo out of the car. The cartel boss fell face first into the puddle. Wade pulled him back to his feet and dragged him away from the road. Carl was still trying to understand what was happening then he saw the silhouette of the handgun in the thunder flash. He ran out of the car and joined his partner. Wade threw Hugo on the ground in the pouring rain and pointed his gun at Hugo’s forehead. Hugo was on his knees.

I ran—but my body slammed into the concrete as a burning pain tore through my right shoulder. Blood instantly soaked my arm, and I nearly cried out from the agony. I turned to see Carl running toward me—his arm also bleeding. He collapsed beside me. I reached for him, but froze when I saw a gun pointed at us. It was Mr. Jim. “His treasure needs to die,” he said coldly. I clung to Carl, eyes squeezed shut, tears streaming down my face. In that moment, I waited for the end. I waited for the bullet to hit my head.

Four adult bodies lay scattered around his feet, two of them still convulsing as they passed away. Carleon looked up at me with his two black eyes that were strange, he seemed to want to make sure I watched his entire action. It makes sense that he was dressed all in black... because the bloodstains on his clothes were not conspicuous at all. He walked past me without stopping, then walked out of the door at the end of the room. My heart was pounding hard in my chest, its beat ringing in my ears. A few moments later, I heard the sound of a gunshot echoing from the outside. I gritted my teeth in anger, even though I didn't like Humbert Bale, he didn't deserve to die like this.

He patted Carl on the shoulder, and said, "I haven't become so ungrateful that I'd kill my own people for thirty million. Carl, I'm taking you to the hospital now. Leave this place to the rest." Carl was overjoyed, and replied, "Thank you, Mr. Drake! You're so loyal! I'll remember your kindness for the rest of my life!" "It's nothing. Don't worry about it," Drake said with a smile, pushing Carl toward his subordinates. Suddenly, Drake pulled out a knife from his waistband and drove it straight into Carl's waist. "Argh!" Carl's scream was muffled as several people held him down. Drake swiftly delivered a second, fatal blow to Carl's throat, causing blood to spurt violently.

The question now it was the still tampered with that blow up and killed Jack? Carl the bootlegger was killed by drinking tainted moonshine.Carl delivered the moonshine throughout the county. Anyone that had the money could get the moonshine. Carl had more orders than he could supply with the moonshine made by Jack. Carl started acquiring moonshine from other means to fill his order. Carl did not know it, but he was buying the tainted moonshine and delivering it to the parlors. Carl had heard about everyone getting sick. He thought it was from the flue. One day while delivering the moonshine Carl drank and was killed by the tainted moonshine.

I anticipated blood flowing through my body, my body falling down and me reminiscing the memories of my life, but none of that happened, instead I heard a painful shriek in front of me. I opened my eyes and they widened when I saw the man in front of me lay down on the ground, as dead as a dodo. A laughter spluttered from my throat. "He was trying kill me and he shot himself instead. See," I pointed my index finger at him, "this is what happens when you try to kill me! You kill yourself!" "Not really," a voice I was familiar with uttered from behind me. I turned around and saw that Carl was standing in front of me holding a gun in his hand. What a coincindence? I never thought I would see hi