The Ruins Part 2 (Sequel to The Ruins)

Chapter 11

Mal could still hear the distant gunshots. She ran so far she was so tired, breathing as much air as she can, her legs feeling like jelly from exertion.

A snow storm was coming over the settlement, raising Mal's chances of remaining hidden until she hopefully finds Glory. She only hoped that Negan and her friends were at least alive as well. Mal walks through the alleyway, the distant sound of an alarm bell and men running around and barking orders. She moved swiftly through the storm and closer to the enemy.

Mal had found her way into a soothing warm restaurant, but not wanting to linger any longer to enjoy the warmth. It's empty, inhabited although kept a watch behind her back. When coming to the seats a door opens and she ducked down behind the booths. Glory's covered in blood, her clothes in whitw flasks of snow, and her hand has been shot, sports of blood that hit an artery.

"Thou art easy to track!" Glory snarled before turning her attention to the small fire beside her and knocked over candle.

Mal took the distraction to move away from the woman into cover behind one of the many booths much to Glory's pleasure, close enough to shoot dead center.

"Heh. That's alright." She said blocking the door. "There's nowhere to wend! Thee wanteth out?" She held up a set of keys jingling them, "you has't to cometh and receiveth the keys. "

Mal's chest heaved as she was being played in a cat and mouse game, using Glory's voice to pinpoint where she was as she talked in taunting ways. Gun still ready for a shot, she moved from booth to booth, looking to kill the bitch. The fire began to grow much to Glory's uncaring mood as her determined eyes scanned the restaurant for the girl.

"I has't to admit, thee knoweth thee hadst me thither." She laughs, "For a second thee shaked mine faith. But only for a second."

Mal felt the voice draw closer. She tightened her grip on the gun.

"You know I said that you were untouched, too clean. I was wrong. You were untouched for a long time." She suddenly speaks English language for the first time.

Mal's fingers were twitching in anticipation of attacking a strike, rage forming into her.

"Charlie told many things you've done for him. You weren't much help but you were enough for him. It's why I bet you, to have a taste of a pitiful soul. Just come out, Mal. You'll die anyway in this battle."

"FUCK YOU!" Mal screamed, charging from the corner, firing as Glory leaped on a booth. Mal trots there but Glory jumps behind her back, slamming her face against the wooden table. Blood gushed her nose, head spinning before she grabs her machete and slices only her cheek. She screams, taking the gun away before Mal pulled away into hiding again.

"That was good, little girl." Glory chuckled before holstering the gun and pulled out her small sword. "It's gonna be alright." She whispered deviously. "You know something kid? I'm beginning to think Negan has fond you, even when you killed his people before. He would like that in you, a weak small child who's so desperate to be full inside, to let him have the taste for himself and to see what makes you beg for more as he drives his cock inside a weak little girl that's trying to play the hero."

Mal charged from behind cover, leaping onto Glory's back, catching her by surprise once again before driving a couple of mad punches to the face. Glory slams Mal against a window. Glass shatters, the inflicted pain shot through Mal's body yet didn't let go of her hold around Glory's neck. She pulls and slams at Mal, trying to pry her arm off her neck, eyes blinking slowly and having a purple face. Outside Mal hears Infected groans coming up to the broken window, and as they were close enough she uses her weight to spin Glory towards the hungry hands.