Walking Dead Carl Gets Shot In The Eye Novels & Stories

"Weeds really take a long time to die. Even the devil does not want you in hell just now, Carl Petrov" "Your eyes are swollen and your nose is red. Have you been crying? Were you scared I would die, Kara Stepanov?" Carl rebuked with a grimacing grin. "Fuck you" Kara scowled at him before she stormed away. ****tbc****

Edwardo looked back and he realized that Carl's body guards were already dead as he looked back he saw Carl laying lifeless on the ground,he raised the gun that he held in his hand and shot at Carl's forehead then his chest before he finally gave him one last shot on his neck. With that Edwardo was sure that Carl be was dead already he dropped the gun as he looked at the bullet wound on his shoulder,he looked towards Tony and Rick and he saw that they were unwounded. "Let us go home"he said as he walked towards their car. "You can not go home now can you not see that you are wounded"Tony replied "I want to go home and I can take care of myself"Edwardo replied nonchalantly as he continued mak

She wasn’t serious about her threat, but she’s really annoyed right now. Kate heaved a sigh, also catching her breath. "It wasn’t the vampires that tired us. It was the civilians that ran after seeing us." Alice shook her head. It was reasonable. The hunters basically killed their employer. "They made me more tired than fighting vampires." Klaver mumbled at one side. Alice looked around and realized that there were people missing from their group. "Where is Carl... and also Art?" Kate pointed at the ambulance, "Both of them were shot. There was a vampire that was hiding in one of the rooms. Luckily, that vampire has a bad aim, and those two are good at dodging. It was just minor injuries."

Alex boasted. "You think?" Carl asked. "Ofc.." Alex was saying when he suddenly saw someone who lifted a high-powered rifle to his shoulder, taking aim at their car. "Heads down!" He shouted but it was too late. Gunshots echoed in the car and Alex felt the heat of the bullet graze his cheek. He heard Irish scream in pain and then knew she had been shot. Oh..no! Tbc.

He grabbed Annie and jumped on his motorcycle, trying to escape. Carl raised his gun at Dr. Percy. A muffled shot, white smoke from the silencer. Screech - BANG - The motorcycle scraped across the ground. Carl stepped on Connor's shot arm, pressing the gun to his forehead. "I let you say goodbye to your brother. Now, will you talk?" "Puh..." Connor spat blood, clearly injured internally. "Nothing to say. Kill me if you dare." Without hesitation, Carl shifted the gun and shot Annie's foot.

Carl's forehead was covered in cold sweat when he finished. As he expected, Jameson's eyes turned grim. "He didn't bring Lyse with him. Is Lyse still staying at Landon's with Jasper?" "Yes…" The tremor in Carl's voice became evident. A grim glint flickered in Jameson's eyes. He loaded his gun and shot at the ground multiple times. The bullet exploded under Carl's feet. He was terrified to his wits, unable to utter a word. Jameson gasped for air violently after he finished his round of bullets. His eyes were bloodshot. "Get the car!"

He stared at me as if I had gone crazy for real. Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath, and without saying anything else, still with a dagger in my hands, I left them. I ran away from there, annoyed to the core. With my eyes closed, guided by all of my other senses. Not wanting to see anyone's death accidentally. Until I hit someone and fell on the ground with the person. And to my dismay, it was that dummy, Elodie. When she realized it was me, she screamed as if I had just attempted to murder her.

Jason pushes him again. Carl's cap falls off and everyone gasps. His left eye is painfully purple, and his lip is busted. Carl picks up his cap with the speed of light, and gives his friend a nasty push. “I told you to leave me alone!” He matches to his seat, and drops his head against the table. For the first time since I moved here, Carl is not bullying me. I turn to look at him, but he is now staring outside of the window. “Carl, are you okay? Did you get into an accident?” I point at his eye.

My eyes go wide. Carlisle sits on the living room couch, a giant white bandage wrapped around his head. His left eye peeks out from underneath, swollen and bruised a dark purple.

Sharp claws sink into my stomach as blood oozed out, but I dare not let go of the rifle. Though my sidearm is in my thigh sheath, but there's no way my hand is going to reach it without letting go of my gun, my arms are getting weak, with my fingers trembling as the dog struggles to push its way through. Suddenly, it pulls my gun with its teeth away from my grip and spit it aside. In a flash, I reach for my sidearm, and pulls it from the holster in close range I fire straight into its eye. The zombie dog jerks backwards with blood gushing from its eyes, the anguishing growl shows how pained it felt, unfortunately, its eye isn't healing.