It's Not Living Without You (Desus)

Chapter Twenty Three

Notes: The song for this chapter is "Somewhere only we know" by Keane

The next day, they came across a decaying military base.

Jesus's eyes went wide.

"Do you think there'll be any guns in there?" He asked Daryl.

Daryl shrugged.

"Only one way to find out"

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They entered the abandoned base, and it was eerily quiet.

Daryl was tense, his crossbow held out in front of him.

Lights flickered as they walked down the long hallway.

Jesus stopped suddenly in front of Daryl, and sucked in a deep breath.

Daryl soon saw why Jesus had stopped.

There was blood splattered across the white tiles, and there was a trail of blood leading into a poorly lit room. It appeared to be some kind of lab.

Daryl recoiled slightly as the smell of rotting flesh hit him. Jesus gagged slightly, but continued forward.

Bodies were spread across the floor, but none of them were walkers.

They were regular, decaying people, oddly enough.

They wore bullet proof vests, and Daryl could see no physical injuries.

What had killed all these people?

Jesus looked around the room.

"What do you think happened here?" He asked.

Daryl had no clue. He shrugged, and they continued forward.

What was different about these people?

Why hadn't they turned after their death?

Jesus suddenly gasped, and Daryl's head snapped up.

"Look..." Jesus whispered.

There was a lady, wearing a white lab coat, laying on the floor, eyes open staring at the ceiling.

She was not decaying, nor a walker.

This lady had died recently. Very recently.

An empty syringe suck out of her arm.

Had she committed suicide?

Overdosed?

Smashed vials were scattered around her, and right next to her, there was a large brown box labeled,

"Cure."

Jesus and Daryl stared in silence, neither of them moving for a long while. Jesus was the first to move, though hesitant.

With a shaking hand, he opened the box. Inside lay more smashed vials, and he swore.

"Shit. What is all this?" He asked, shaking his head.