Scar (Troy Otto/Fear The Walking Dead)

Chapter 3. Whoever sows winds, reaps storms

Serena went up on deck with three paper sticks in her hands and, putting them on the table, sat down on the sofa. The wait was excruciatingly long. It took about 5 minutes. Troy checked the first test. There was still one stripe on it. In the other two, the result was the same. Negative.

"Well, congratulations, you're not pregnant."

"Yes," Serena said with a sigh of relief.

"Will you please Liam?"

"Maybe. But not right away. I want to tell him that the test was positive. And that I want to keep the baby."

"Do you want to see his reaction?"

"Yes."

"Don't. This is a bad idea."

"But I'm implementing it."

Otto spread his hands.

"Let me treat your wound," Serena reached for Troy's temple.

"No need, I'll do it myself, go to sleep."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, go," Troy picked up the first aid kit.

"If anything, I've prepared a cabin for you next to ours. Thanks for the support. See you tomorrow."

"Good night," Otto nodded and began rummaging through the first-aid kit to get everything he needed to treat his temple. After that, he went down from the deck and went to the shower room. There, in front of the mirror, he took off the bandage that Serena had put on him and examined the wound. It looked very deep. Troy touched his temple and immediately winced in pain.

After washing the wound, he treated it with a disinfectant solution, then pressed the impact site with cotton wool and secured it with a Band-Aid. After that, Troy washed up and went to bed. He really wanted to go to bed and just pass out. His head was still pounding, it did not allow him to completely relax and immerse himself in his thoughts, so it was best to just fall asleep now. And it happened quickly. As soon as Otto's head touched the pillow, he fell into the realm of Morpheus.

Troy dreamed of El Bazaar. He was arguing with a guard who looked like Liam for some reason. He didn't want to let him and Nick in. Otto turned out his pockets, taking out everything that could serve as an entrance fee, but there was nothing valuable there. The guard pressed harder and harder. The dream was slowly changing its location. And now they are no longer standing at the gates of El Bazaar, but on the dam. The dispute is heating up, there are more people around. Troy makes out a familiar face in the crowd. Madison Clark. She has a hammer in her hands. She is already swinging to strike, but a girl intercepts her hand. Troy can't see the face, but he feels it's Serena. Suddenly, Madison pushes the girl into a crowd of walking dead who literally appeared out of nowhere. The light goes out. The water starts pouring. Troy feels the cold currents envelop his ankles and rise higher. Someone is shouting indistinctly. It seems to be a familiar voice, but the man does not recognize it. The scream gets louder and louder, as if someone is shouting right in his ear...

Troy opened his eyes. The sun was already shining through the porthole. The glare from it moved slightly: up and down, up and down, as the yacht rocked on the waves. He got out of bed, put on yesterday's clothes and, leaving the cabin, went to the shower.

Troy washed his face and brushed his teeth. He didn't have a brush, so he had to squeeze the paste onto his finger again. It was uncomfortable, but better than nothing.

The bandage on his temple was already slightly soaked with blood. As soon as Troy reached for it to take it off, it seemed to him that someone was screaming. The man strained his ears. Yes, someone was definitely swearing. Otto got out of the shower and heard voices coming from the upper deck. Now that the sound sources were closer, he could already make out something.