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Waking up at the end of the WORLD, as a kid?

Summary:

he is annoyed. Why did he have to be stuck like this? He's some 9 or 10 years old now and being forced to stick around annoying people who will end up dead like everyone else.

or

A boy wakes up as a kid and knows he once was an adult but does not remember anything really about that life. He finds this new kid's life taking over more and more of his mind, and gets stuck as a prisoner for a group of survivors held up in a prison, after 'happily' surviving on his own for the last 6 months.

Notes:

This takes place during the time Rick's group is at the prison, and before anything happens with the Governor,
And ages are going to be different, like how Carl starts as a 7-year-old in the comics and 12 year old in the TV show, so there will be differences. Having read the comics and watched the show years ago, so I've got them both mixed up in my head and will probably be adding things from both, so keep that in mind.

Well try and update once every week.

but I hope you all enjoy this.

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

Chapter 1: Waking up

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"I opened my eyes and looked up, seeing a white ceiling. Not knowing where I was, I turned and realized I was in a hospital. But there were a lot of things that felt wrong, from my body feeling out of place—like all my bones were squashed—to my heart racing, and my lungs feeling smaller. Breathing in felt like too little air, yet I didn't feel any struggle. The room seemed quiet, and I felt incredibly hungry.

I didn't know how I got here; the last thing I remembered was lying in my small flat, going to sleep, feeling pissed off at my boss. He told me I was doing a job I'd been working at for the last 20 years wrong, but... what was that job? It ...it the name was not there and said, "heeeeee," gasping, trying to say out loud, "what the fuck?" There was just pressure in my throat when I tried to speak, "heeeee" again. I couldn't damn speak. Is this the reason I'm here? If it is, then I guess I shouldn't use my voice for now, with the feeling of pressure making my throat feel rough now.

Then, I looked around for the button or cord to alert someone I'm here. Seeing it was a cord and it looked really high up seemed odd, but whatever. I reached out to pull it, but my hand only reached halfway, and then I brought my hand to my face, and looking at my ...small hand. It was tiny and skinny. What the hell is going on here? I've never been this skinny, and well, this looks like a kid's arm, seeing no hair and perfectly clear skin, no marks at all. My other hand felt the same, and looking down, I couldn't help but try to scream, which only came out as "huuuuuu," the sound of air. I felt my stomach churning, feeling like I'm going to be sick. How am I so skinny now, and, small?

I needed to get out of the damn room and see what the hell has happened to me. So, I swung my leg around and found myself sliding off the bed. My foot was hanging about 10 centimetres off the ground, and now I'm falling, hitting the side of my body on the floor, feeling sharp pain going up my arm when turned into a ake, but it wasn't so bad. So, I got on my front and started to push myself up, doing what I would normally do when getting up off the floor in my body. By the time I was standing, I was only about 4 feet off the ground, hair? And it was covering my eyes. I raised my small hands and pushed it to the side, which seemed to make it stay, and felt my balance making me start to fall backward.

With me expecting to be higher than i am right now, while I am stretching my back, but I managed to think this is normal, and stopped myself from falling, but I know hella this is not. Everything around me is huge. The flowers on the high table what is nearly the same size as me, seemed like it should be normal size, but it's like three times the size. Looking down at how close I am to the floor makes me think I'm not me. I must be tiny and well... skinny. This must be some sort of dream where evrything feels and real, because I know I was a fat old guy yesterday, but looking down, seeing this skinny body in a bigass gown, which I could feel only had a slit at the back, and know I was naked underneath. I could not help my self but reach down and feel my body, and God it feels so bony and skinny, and, my feet are tiny!

I really want to find a mirror now, to see what the hell has happened to me, seeing a door on one side of the room with a bathroom sign on it, I took a step and found myself nearly falling over, realizing i am trying to take too big a step. And at less Now I definitely know I am definitely smaller, and the room is bigger. So, I took smaller steps, and it was odd feeling the floor with these feet; I had nothing on them. It felt so smooth and cold like it was the cold on the floor going straight into them, not like what im sue to have feeling the hard dead skin keeping it out

But I finally got into the bathroom, with the door giving me the most trouble. It was now at head height and realy stiff. It took me like 2 minutes to open the darn thing, and I found myself panting, thinking how long have I been asleep. Feeling weak with my now small, skinny knees shaking.

But finally in front of the dam mirror, and well, I wanted to scream, but I knew I couldn't, feeling just air coming out and no sound. Because staring back at me was a kid! Probably no older than 9 or 10 years old, with blond hair going down over his eyes and a longer fringe pushed to the side, and grey eyes, freckles going over his nose and cheeks just under his eyes, and well, he was so bloody small and skinny, being able to see his little shoulders holding up this thin gown, which hung off him like a tent.

This can’t be me, because well, I'm bloody cute, and I look so young and small. I needed to feel this face and feeling my small but also too big eyes for my now small head, and nose, which is tiny and like a freaking button, and the hair. It is so thick and shaggy. It is so odd. I've never had long hair, only having short hair when I was a kid and no hair when I was a grown-up. So yeah, this is... just odd.

And it does feels nice to have long hair. Well, I don't know if this counts as long, only going down to over my ears and just about reaching the bottom of my neck. And then, I decided felt up my new body. It was so bloody thin; I could feel every one of my ribs, and my thighs were like little twigs. I was 31... no, 34... no, well, I guess it doesn't matter what, I was some old man, and well, of course, I did feel my new, well, tool, and yep, tiny, and made me feel like I'm doing something wrong with this being some kid's body, what I now have, and well, that led to me feeling my new skinny stomach grumbling and realizing how thirsty and hungry I now am.

So, I went back to my room, seeing that there still was no one there, thinking where are they. I did pull that string when I got out of the stupid bed so I decided to go to the other door feeling way too hungry, with this door probably leading outside of here, and before i opened it I realized something, it was quiet. Like too quiet. Surely hospitals are not this quiet. I could not hear anything, and the bloody gown, I could feel the wind blowing in to the crack going up my back, and on my new ass, it made me shudder, and it did not help I could not see through the window on the door, now being freaking tiny, and I want answers. Have they put my brain into this body, or copied me over to it, or what?

So I decided to open the door. It was light outside with light coming through the windows, so I must be in a ward on the outside of the hospital or something like that. There were no nurses anywhere, and I had to reach up for the handle, still feeling shaky, thinking this body has not been awake for a while. I pulled the darn heavy door open, with it being a struggle to help it open. God, this body is stupidly weak as well, and stepped through fast, not wanting it to slam on me. It seems like I have gotten used to these small legs a bit with seeing I can walk without no problems now. And when I looked around, I... I... what the fuck!! It is a mess! There are stretchers everywhere tipped over, and charts and paper and puddles of who knows what all over the floor. There are holes in the walls, like bullet holes!! There is only one light on, and it is flickering, and most of the windows are broken with glass all over the floor. It looked like a war zone or in a movie where there is a gunfight in a hospital, and well, there was nobody anywhere.

I wanted to scream, “Hello anyone??” But I can still feel the tight feeling from trying to scream, when i saw this new body, I now got, which was bloody boiling, feeling my now thick hair getting slightly heavy with sweat dripping down from my brow, this weather is ridiculously hot.

I took in a breath, not knowing what to do or where I even am. I... I can't even remember where I am from now? I think whatever happened to me is making my memory all foggy. I can't remember my name, age, what I worked as, and now where I lived before this. So, I decided to start to walk to the left, seeing there is less stuff in the way, and made sure to look where I was standing, with it seeming like something that made sense to do today, with having no shoes on.

I hope that maybe that it is only this corridor that had this, well, whatever Happened, and they just forgot I was there, but nope, I have just turned the corner at the end of the corridor, looking into each room, seeing empty beds, and it was the same as the corridor a mess.

I walk to a window that was in this corridor and stopped a bit away, not wanting to step on the glass on the floor, and brought myself up onto my tiptoes, thinking did this just happen of something, this is a hospital, and the only way that they left me and all of this stuff here is if this was some small hospital in the middle of nowhere?

But when I looked outside it was a big town, and being able to see some hills around it, but there were hundreds of houses, I could see, but well, there was nobody out there, like no sign of any movement, no birds, no cars, no planes, or people, so something bad has happened, while I have had this done to me looking down at my body, what someone must have done some sort of body swapping shit on me, and I know now I am kind of lucky that my voice is not working, thinking if the USA has been invaded, or whatever did this I might have let know I'm am here and still alive.

So, I am not going to confront anyone, and I think I just need to get out of here and find out what has happened and hold off seeing if i can find anything about what has made me look like some cute kid.

So I looked to see the exit sign pointing to some stairs going down, and then saw a vending machine, the glass like the rest in the room is broken, probably by somebody shooting it, so I quickly walked towards it, feeling like I might fall over with getting dizzy with being this small, not having moved faster than a walk in it, I need to get used to this because whoever did this to me is obviously not here and I have no idea how to find out, but whatever, but that is for another time.

I looked in the machine and grabbed what I saw straight away, a Hershey bar, and before I knew what I was doing, I was shovelling it down my throat, and then saw a can of pop in there too and quickly took that and opened it and started to gulp that down, it all felt and tasted so good, this body must have not eaten or drunk anything for at least some days. I grabbed the last 2 chocolate bars, and there was nothing left in the machine, and ate them as fast as I could, and the drink was gone before I found myself eating the last bar, and that took me 2 minutes. I felt so much more awake with it, and my body does to, I feel the now skinny limbs more, from the tiny muscles to their new shot length, feeling the sugar going through me now, and I decided to head down the stairs and the hell out of here.

And well, it seems like downstairs the same as everything else, but when I got down the stairs, I saw a guy, I quickly hid, not really feeling safe anymore, with the hospital/city like this and waking up as this little kid, and not trusting anything what is going on here. I peeked over the desk I am hiding behind, and the man looked out of it. He was wearing a gown like mine, one piece, but his was blue and mine was green, and knowing it is probably that mine is for kids, what fucking sucks. The man had black or dark brown messy hair and a shitty-looking stubble.

And it seems like I am lucky with the man quickly walking to the exit, and he was gone. I took a breath, realizing I was holding mine, and also realized how scared I was. I felt so, well, vulnerable like this; I am pretty sure I would only go up to that guy's waist now if I stood up, and felt that if he attacked me, I would not be able to do anything, so it is probably best not to go to people until I get used to the new me and know what is going on.

Getting up, feeling like it has been long enough that guy is gone far enough, so I walked out the door and saw, WHAT THE FUCK!! There are hundreds of bodies lined up, and god the smell, just what the fuck, I need to get away from this now and started to walk to where the car park exit is, and I am finally out, and of course, what the fuck do I see, I see a woman eating a fucking child who seems to be dead for a while, like what the fun and found myself running now not knowing what the fuck is going on.