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Chapter 49

Glenn's P.O.V~

Bright lights obscure my sight.

I blink to try and block them out but I know I have to open up.

I can hear too.

But all I can hear is walkers.

I sit up and check out where I am.

Oh yeah, dangling above walkers in the god forsaken prison remains.

I need to get back inside from this walkway quick, unless I want to die.

I slowly stand up, trying to make my feet feel sturdy underneath me.

I cling onto a bit of fence to help get some leverage and finally I stumble into the prison.

Inside seems to be clear.

It's nice and dim in here, doesn't hurt my head.

Then a thought comes popping into my head.

Max and Daisy.

I sprint down the halls to the room, Max would have waited here in case of danger.

But as I turn round the door I lose all hope.

There's nobody here.

Daisy's stroller is gone and so is Max's gun.

The door isn't locked and I push the door open and sit on the bed.

World's worst father... and husband.

Husband?

Where the fuck is Ruby?

I jump up and look at the bed i'm laying on.

There's no Ruby on it.

But there's also no rotting flesh and or blood.

I check the drawers to confirm my theory.

Her clothes are gone.

Either someone has carefully carted Ruby to safety or she's woken up and gone to find Max, Daisy and I.

I chuck my riot helmet on and grab a backpack with my spare gun and a baseball bat.

I run through to the pantry and grab all the remaining water bottles and a few tins of food.

I'm ready.

Ruby's P.O.V~

I look down at the thin tracks followed by small footprints.

I'm not exactly an expert tracker but that can only mean one thing.

A baby being pushed by a small child.

I start to run after the tracks, faster and faster until I get a massive stitch and start to hobble.

They can't be too far away.

The tank in the yard was still on fire when I woke up.

I don't know what the fuck happened.

I just have to get my babies.

I the tracks veer onto the gravel but Max would have followed the road.

He isn't dumb.

I look ahead of me and see exactly what I need right now.

A nice, dusty motorbike.

I hobble faster to reach it, and boy am I not disappointed.

It's pretty vintage shit, low to the ground with moderately tall handle bars, black matte finish with a red engine.

Next to it lies the body of it's last rider.

The little bitch snarls at me as I stomp it's skull in and peel it's hand off from around the keys.

I sit down and rev the engine up, it feels full of fuel.

Then I take off.

I'm going at like 100 right now, freaking flying on this baby.

Walkers stalk aimlessly from the side of the road and I ignore them, they cant get me.

I'm too fast.

I see a sign to my right, there's a town up ahead.

Just my luck.