Walking Dead Carl Gets Shot In The Eye Novels & Stories

‘Don’t look like that, I hate it when you look like that. “Uno… please help me.” I really hate her eyes. I hate them more when she’s pleading in tears. “Don’t move or I’ll shoot the girl!” He tightened his grip around her. I glared at this dumb fool. “Go on.” He was shocked. Her face looked betrayed. In that split second, I moved my gun quickly. “Let’s see if you can kill her faster than I will kill you.” Then I pulled the trigger. He fell backwards with a shot in the center of his forehead. She flinched at the deafening gunshot and the blood scattering cascaded down her face with the rain and her tears.

Only a priest's prayers could ensure that Daeleen received my eyes. Onlookers expressed envy, and some were even moved to tears by Samuel's devotion to Daeleen. What they did not know was that the romantic Capo they were admiring had plucked out his own wife's eyes, and that the owner of the eyeballs on display were now lying on a bed, staring into nothing but darkness. There was no painkiller being administered. All the moans from the pain left me panting for air, with only the ventilator to keep me from suffocating.

Those striking, steel-blue eyes—clouded with pain and heavy medication—searched the dim ceiling before slowly panning down to find mine. "Della..." he rasped, his voice rough as sandpaper, cracked from days of silence. "I'm here! I'm right here," I choked out, a watery smile breaking across my face. I reached out, my fingers trembling as I gently smoothed the dark, damp hair back from his forehead, careful not to press against his bandages. "Don't try to move too fast. You were shot. You... you lost so much blood, Karlo." Karlo blinked slowly, taking a deep, shallow breath that made the corner of his jaw tighten in pain. His gaze searched my face, lingering on the fading purple bruise on my

“Damien will destroy you.” Carl’s eyes gleamed with dark satisfaction. “Maybe. But he’ll be too late to save you.” In a flash, Carl’s hand shot up, a hidden blade gleaming in the moonlight. Mrs. Lauren’s eyes widened in shock, but it was too late. The blade plunged into her side, the cold steel biting deep into her flesh. “No!” Elena screamed from her hiding place, her voice filled with horror. Mrs. Lauren gasped, her body shuddering as the pain seared through her. But even as her strength began to fade, she refused to back down. With one last surge of power, she pushed Carl away, sending him crashing into a tree.

Her eyes enlarged while she held her breaths, her face turning paler than it was before. 'Let me come out, Zach!' My wolf hollered but I was already out of the car. Safety measures were thrown away as I walked in the line of firing taking a bullet in my left shoulder. It was nothing compared to my shot that created a hole right in between the eyes of the fucker who shot me.

The red in his eyes was fading slightly. "Gone," he said. He walked toward me. He reached out to touch the baby. But then he froze. He looked down at his chest. A red dot appeared over his heart. A laser sight. Bang. The shot rang out from the shadows of the upper walkway. Kaelen stumbled back. A hole appeared in his chest. Black blood oozed out. He looked up. He snarled. Bang. Bang. Two more shots. One to the shoulder. One to the knee.

I traced the hand holding the gun, and my sight met that of the pair of eyes that'll forever hunt me. They were bloodred eyes!

Derned shouted in pain at the surprise attack, his legs trembling and losing balance for a minute. Calvin didn't wait to take advantage of this moment. He took out his gun and fired it right away, the bullet piercing the side of the vampire's head. Derned screamed in pain and stumbled before falling to the ground with a thud. The betas panted, looking down at the Vampire. "He's down, " Calvin said breathlessly. He isn't dead but he won't be waking up for a long time. * * "You bitch, stop using your fucking spells! " A hunter, who seemed like a werewolf, advanced towards Evelyn furiously.

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.