Surviving All Out War (BOOK FIVE IN THE SURVIVING THE WALKING DEAD SERIES)

Family

NEGAN'S POV

     "Michaela, wait!" I grunted as I staggered to my feet, holding my gut in pain. I pulled on a pair of pants and llimped over to Frankie and examined her. I heard that crack from where I was standing, and by the looks of it, Michaela had definitely broken her jaw. "Simon?"

     "What?" Simon groaned as he held himself.

     "Can you get Carson? I need to go after Michaela."

     "I, uh... I can't do that, sir."

     "Why?"

     "Can't rightly move, I'm afraid."

     "Oh, for fuck's sake." I rolled my eyes and staggered out of the room and quickly made my way to the infirmary.

     "Good morning-" Dr. Carson's eyes widened. "What happened to you?"

     "Michaela came back."

     "What?" Carson and Gabriel both asked in shock.

     "I need you to go to my room, she attacked Frankie."

     "Why would she-" Carson began to ask.

     "Don't fuck with the fuckin' why's, just do it, got it?"

     "Yes, sir, but what about you?"

     "I gotta go after Michaela and deal with her, I'll be back." I staggered out of the infirmary and made my way back to my floor. "Michaela?" I called out. "C'mon, Michaela, I know every place you'd hide! Don't make me look for you!" I got no response, so I began to search. BANG! BANG! BANG! I slammed my fist on a door. A few moments later, Eugene opened it, looking at me with confusion as I pushed past him and entered his room.

     "Sir?" Eugene nervously spoke up.

     "Where is she?"

     "Who?"

     "You know who!"

     "Well, she was here earlier, but she brought me some wine in exchange for me fixin' her boombox-"

     "Not Tanya you fuckin' idiot! Michaela! Where is Michaela?"

     "S-She's back?"

     "You didn't know?"

     "No. She and I had a fallin' out before the attack on the Sanctuary, she and I aren't talkin' at the moment."

     "So, you're not hidin' 'er?"

     "I have no reason to. But when you do find 'er, tell 'er I'm sorry." I gently nodded and stormed out of the room and walked to MJ's room. BANG! BANG! BANG! I waited for a few seconds, but got no answer.

     "Michaela, I know you're in there, open the door." There was no response. "C'mon, Michaela, I'm sorry. I'm so, so, so sorry. I made a mistake. Please, just- just open the door so we can talk about this." Nothing but silence answered back. BANG! BANG! BANG! "OPEN THE FUCKIN' DOOR!" No one answered back. I growled under my breath and reached into my pocket, grabbing the keys and unlocked the door. I flipped on the light switch and my eyes widened. The room looked like it had been ransacked.

     Clothes were strewn across the apartment, toys were scattered everywhere, drawers and closets were now empty. "MICHAELA?" RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING! A loud ringing filled my ears and I bolted out of the room, running as fast as my bad leg would let me towards the sound. It was coming from one of the outside doors. "MICHAELA?" I quickly opened the door. GRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! "SHIT!" I slammed the door as hard as I could and locked it as the dead ones began to beat on the other side of the door. "FUCK!" THUD! I slammed my fists against the metal door. "FUCK!" THUD! "FUCK!" THUD! "FUCK!" THUD!