Walking Dead Carl Gets Shot In The Eye Novels & Stories

They get distracted by the roaring engine giving me a chance to throw one of my guns to carl, he catches it and wastes no time in taking them out one by one. I grab the other and start shooting outing steadily at them meeting the bullseye. They trail bullets towards me making me ride in rounds to give myself room of fighting back. One fucker creeps behind Carl pointing a gun at his head. I point my gun at him pulling the trigger only to realise am out of bullets and carl is not even aware of the impending danger. Fuck. Getting off my bike, I jump towards him planting my both knees in his chest and we both fall down our bodies rolling on the ground. The gun flies out of his hands giving me a

She told him. Kai looked back at the man on his knees. He snapped his neck and it clicked before he took his gun out of his leather jacket. He loaded it and put it on the man’s forehead while Carla made him look at Kai. Kai clenched his jaws, “May your death be the lesson for others.” He chillingly spoke before he aim the gun at the man’s left eye and without even flinching shot him dead.

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.

With how badly he is bleeding, I am scared that if he closes his eyes right now, he will never open them again. "I am... Okay," Rico stutters, coughing out blood and it brings more tears to my eyes. " Carl, do something" I helplessly beg, as tears of sorrow blind my sight. "The bullets went deep. We need a fucking doctor" Carl yells pressing on the wounds to stop more bleeding but his efforts seem futile."Hurry up, Sam. We fucking have more than one doctor, call all of them" Carl's hands are full of blood and it scares the shit out of me. It pains me to look at Rico's blood.

Blood started flowing out of the wound, staining my white shirt red. Jessica couldn't help but scream, "Carl! Stop! She's going to die!" I raised my head, looking toward Carl with blood still streaming from my forehead. He also looked like he was at a loss. He stared at me for several seconds. There wasn't a trace of pity or guilt in his eyes. On the contrary, he strangely seemed to be pleasantly surprised. Then, he took out his phone and started snapping a few close-up photos of my injured face. A second later, he made a phone call with a fawning smile on his face. "I heard that my daughter hasn't been behaving sensibly, Mr. Ford. Please calm down!"

Astrid told me, her face stoic as the helicopter plunged towards the ground. I glanced over at Caleb’s corpse. Somehow, his eyes had opened, probably from the force of the fall. His eyes were glassy. It was unnerving. Even though I’d once despised him, he’d proven his loyalty to us in the end. He didn’t deserve this. He deserved a proper werewolf burial, not a coffin at the bottom of the ocean. We’d been shot. The bullet sounds had shaken the entire helicopter. I didn’t know who’d shot us, or why. But one minute we’d been peacefully flying over the ocean, heading towards home. And the next?

"I knew it. I knew you weren't dead. It's me… It's all my fault. I'm the one who hurt you, my dear." I replied coldly, "Mr. West, we were never close enough for you to call me that, and for the record, I didn't come back because of you." He stared at me without blinking, as if he wanted to step forward and grab me. However, as he got closer, he stopped abruptly. Pain, sorrow, and desperation were etched into his eyes. I suddenly recalled a time long ago when I still loved him. What was his gaze like back then? I could not remember anymore, but it certainly had not been as passionate as it was at that moment.

The more she thought about her foiled plans, the angrier she became, resulting in her accidentally dropping the baby out of rage. "This is your fault! If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't have gotten to this point in life! Die!" A loud thud sounded. Blood was splattered all over Marcus' pale face. As Sylvia cackled at the top of her lungs while walking out of the ward, a teardrop slid down Marcus' cheek from his closed eyes. Unfortunately, those eyes would never open ever again.

he says quietly, leaning down until the words are only for the man on the floor, “I’ve got plenty.” He straightens and aims. His vision narrows at the edges as a wave of dizziness hits him from the immense blood loss. His fingers feel numb against the grip, his breath turning shallow as his knees threaten to buckle. ​But he pulls the trigger anyway. ​The loud roar of the gunshot echoes off the iron walls. Carver stiffens, his eyes widening in pure shock before his body goes limp, collapsing backward onto the concrete floor. ​Lucas breaks away from Lucia and crosses the floor, running up to Elias’s elbow and looking up at him with wet eyes and a jaw set in a way that is extremely familiar. El

Before he could think anymore, with a loud bang, Cara's other shoulder blade also was broken from the shot. Boom, boom! From their ears, the sound of the explosions came repeatedly. Carl was already panicking and saw Jason bringing the squad to retreat. He instead was growing more and more despairing. 'Oh, mother, I really don't want to die today!' Carl thought. He wanted to ask Nicole for help, but she seemed nuts. She furiously and continuously fired at him as if she genuinely did not fear death. Bang! Another shot was fired. She fired the shot that scraped his entrails.