Chapter Two Rosemary

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Emma's P.O.V

I walk up to the front door. Engraved on the wall

Rosemary Asylum

Est. 1968

A chained up door with a broken lock. Like someone had broken it to get inside. But it's been four years, there'll just be some walkers.

I open the door with a slight creak and I take out my gun. I look around, fairly large room. In the middle is a circle secretary desk and three ways to leave. Ward's A,B, and C. I walk up to the desk and jump over it. I look in all the drawers for anything. All I find is a full box of band-aids and a four old root beer open, but not finished.

I take the band-aids and go into Ward B. I open the doors slowly and I move down the hall. This must have been the cells. It stinks of dead carcass. I make it to the corner and I stick my head out.

Thank god I did. Two walkers are there, trying to get into a cell but the bars hold them back. I slowly aim for the first ones head. Then, I pull the trigger. He I guess falls to the ground and the second one starts coming at me. I shoot that one as well. Right between the eyes.

I breath heavily from the suspense. I calm myself down and check their bodies. Nothing. They are wearing both faded navy blue shirts and pants. They were probably patients here. I peek into the cell they were trying to get to.

A walker is eating out of a body of a large,large man. I feel goosebumps come and shivers run down my back. I put my gun to the bars and hit it to catch the walkers attention. He comes and I wasn't prepared.

He grabs my arm before I can pull away. He goes to bite but I aim with my left hand and blow his jaw off. He lefts go on me an I fall on my ass. He cries out in pain and looks at me as the blood gushes out and trails down his infected chest. I stumble to grab and aim my gun.

The walker comes back and sticks his arm between the bars, trying to reach me. I pull back the trigger and he falls.

I shudder at the thought if I hadn't blow off his jaw. I would have been infected...oh god.

I get back up and walk the rest of the hall in Ward B. There was just the end of the hallway. I went to Ward C where I found a loaded shotgun and a backpack full of other guns and knives.

When I finish there I walk into Ward A. There is a small room and two hallways. On the wall as you walk in there is a sign.

<--- Cafeteria

---> Employes Lounge

I decide to walk the left hall. A lunch room might have canned food that might still be good. But instead...hell.

Brandon's P.O.V

"Emma? Want me to take shift?" I ask with closed eyes. I smile. I feel a hand touch my ankle. "Is that a yes?" I laugh opening my eyes. "Emma, why do you keeping touching my-Oh god! Rachelle!" I say grabbing my gun. A walker was the one touching my ankle. It's stuck in a bear trap that Emma must have set. At the lovely girl is no where in sight.

Rachelle shoots the walker in the head and helps me up.

"Where in bloody hell is Emma?" I scream attracting more infected. We think while grabbing our stuff and going up the nearest tree. Rachelle pulls back her bow, ready to snipe these bastards.

"Oh my god..." she grumbles and I look at her. She speaks while taking them out. "She went into the asylum."

"Fucking stubborn!" I yell taking my shotgun and taking out three. "She can't just sit and watch! No! She HAS to go search an asylum during the end of the fucking world!" I yell.

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