Carl’s heart thudded as the man yanked him out of the back seat of the car, his breath catching in his throat as he felt the cool blade of a knife pressing to his neck. Hearing the man muttering words in his ear, sniffing him, he pushed his own face away, cold fear gripping him, almost paralyzing him. He tried to pull away, to get away, but the blade dug harder, biting his neck softly in warning.
The boy could hear his father yelling angrily, for them to let him go. Obviously the man didn’t care, as he threw Carl to the ground and heavily got ontop of him, letting out a loud laugh. Carl fought back the best he could, his fear growing.
Witness such a thing ? damaged for єтєяηιту and even after. There was a line, thin one, but shouldn’t be crossed anyway. It was getting way out of hands & clementine knew it. The tension thickened dangerously in the air. It was decision time, one wrong step and everything will disappear or end up bloody for everyone. Don’t judge, how can a little girl think logically while feeling the cold of gun pressed right against her head.
Nothing was logical currently. she’d move, they’d put her down. gun, the last chance, being way too distant to reach. and the fear visible on the boy’s face just fussed every damn nerve in tiny body of hers. her hand inconspicuously slipped back just to take out a switchblade, aiming for the guy’s feet, obviously. the pain it caused was just slight; enough for her feet moving towards to help her friend. clementine had no plan, maybe help rick escaping would be the wiser way but –no time for thinking. granting the massive guy a kick, her feet stiffen just right.
and eyes couldn’t tear off of the constantly shrinking water; the spot her weapon has fallen due to unnecessary stumble. clementine manages to let out few words nonetheless. ❝ Yeah —-ѕorтα.❞
