The Clan's Last Stand

Date: 9/19/2016

I am part of a club of sourts that I'll call the Clan. It consisted of my friend Isaac and two other boys I know, and a long haired boy that reminded me of Carl Grimes. Carl was the group leader, who was small but had a nasty tyrannical attitude. We are on top of a building that I believe is St. Joe. For some reason Carl is very angry, and in an argument pushes the two kids I know off the building, leaving only me and Isaac. I am not scared, but instead mad at the ring leader. Isaac smiles and laughs before curling into a ball and willingly jumping off the building. I think he died but he might've rolled away safely. Near a pipe on the roof I pushed Carl off, leaving me alive. I don't know why but I eventually go to Carl's RV and steal his two small dogs to sell. This Concludes my weird cult dream