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Chapter Thirty-Five // {jordan's pov}

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"Is she-..."

"...improving..."

"Go get..."

I had drifted in and out of consciousness, only catching parts of people's sentences at a time. 

My eyes opened fully, adjusting to the morning light. I was staring up at a white roof. White roof?

My neck cracked as I looked around the room. To be specific, a hospital room. Was the apocalypse all a dream? Did Rick even exist? Sudden panic washed over me. I couldn't remember what had happened to cause me to get taken here. Last thing I remember was hitting my head at terminus. I couldn't tell if it had actually happened or not. My head didn't hurt but then again, I was probably on some kind of drug.

I pulled out the IV and a bunch of other tubes connected to my body. After pulling the thin white sheet off of me, I sat on the side of my bed. My bare feet touched the cold hospital flooring causing me to shiver. I pushed myself up and no signs of dizziness or nausea washed over me so, I decided to try to find someone.

I walked over to the door, nerves set in as I pushed it open. A cold gush of air hit me. It was almost inviting. I peered down to the right where a woman stood talking to a dark skinned boy. He seemed aggravated. The boy shook his head and walked into a room on the left. The woman turned around, facing me. Our gazes locked.

"Dawn?" I gasped, stumbling out of the doorway to rush over to her. She looked slightly alarmed.

"Jordan, you aren't strong enough to be here, you were hit by a car!" she explained as she put her hands on my shoulders to steady me. I stepped out of her hold, making her arms fall.

"What street did I fail to cross this time?" I asked with a chuckle. She rose an eyebrow at me.

"You don't remember?" she asked, making me feel stupid.

"No, I don't, I remember an apocalypse but I think I was dreaming..." I mumbled sadly.

She laughed, almost forcibly, "apocalypse? As if. I wouldn't be here otherwise. Doctors went on strike so they asked us to fill in, you too," she filled me in. My walker filled dream seemed so real though... I shrugged it off. I had so many questions to ask. I didn't have a lot of medical training, only first aid so being here seemed pointless to me.

"I have your most prized possession though," she spoke up, suddenly making me take interest. She signalled me to follow her and I did.

After a short walk, we arrived at an office. Dawn mumbled a stay here, referring to the doorway. I watched her go into a back room. I could clearly hear boxes being moved.

Minutes later, she walked out with something folded in her arms. The one thing I felt like I hadn't worn in years. 

The dark police uniform with all of my badges, neatly folded stood in front of me. She placed it carefully in my arms before quickly leaving the room to let me get changed. I stared down at the uniform that most cops didn't care about and took for granted. But this uniform represented my life. It was my life. Apparently, it still is. 

The apocalyptic thought still lingered in my mind...

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I stared at my figure in the mirror. I couldn't help but feel as if I was a completely different person. People looked at me weirdly. I was like the odd one out yet I had worked with these people for years. I was higher in the force than every officer here. I didn't understand.