The Ruins Part 2 (Sequel to The Ruins)

Chapter 21

Max shifted into the front seat, played on the dash box where he puts a CD, and plays an old country song, watching out the window of the huge, solid buildings. Then the vehicle suddenly stopped to a halt.

Mal and everyone gasped at a man in the middle of the street, yelling for help and covered in blood. Mal wasn't going to buy it.

"Are we gonna help him?" Max asked.

"Everyone, put your seatbelt." Mal ordered, putting on her seatbelt. Everyone else did, knowing what Mal's going to do.

"What about the guy?"

She gripped the wheel. "He ain't even hurt." She muttered, and she stepped on the gas, full throttle. The injured man then pulls out a gun and started firing, more men came from hiding and started bolting toward the vehicle. Men threw bottles and bricks at the vehicle, busted cracks on their windows. As Mal moved away the fight, Max looks at the right of a hill where he saw a bus coming towards them.

"Watch out!" Jeremy cried as the his slammed on them. The whole car pivoted, the sound of steal crashing into steal warehouse, and stopped on a wall, jarring their senses as the music played.

After waking up for a second, slowly getting up from the crash, she looks back at Max and the group.

"You OK, Max?" She muttered. One of them women opens the door, and pulls out her weapon.

"My Queen, Saviors. Get out."

Everyone gets out as Max is grabbed, biting on the Claimers hand but is then slapped on the ground. Mal ran over and kicked the guy off her. Picking his head, she slammed him at a pile of bricks and killed him.

"We have to leave," the Queen ordered.

"I have to call to Negan. It's all a trap-"

Then in the distance was gunfire, a huge caliber. Her heart drenched in fear.

They grabbed their packs and weapons, running towards a shutter door, leading to an alleyway. "There over here!" A Claimer called before Mal shot her colt at his neck, blood squirted and he gurgles on the ground.

Everyone runs up as they attack on the Claimers; Jeremy chopping with his ax, three are with bow and arrows, Max and Mal with their pistols. As they took out only five Claimers they sneaked a fast pace towards the direction of the gunfire. It was nearby the main city, passing through the crowded streets. Mal wished she was there, she was so worried of the Saviors, Negan. She can't imagine what to do without him.

As she finds herself around a corner of an intersection, she gasps to the sight of dead bodies. The dead Saviors scattered the ground; there was a pile on top of each other, all support the many bullets they've been hit. It's a massacre. "We have to be- Mal!" Arnica growled when Mal ran out of the opening.

Where is he?  She hoped to not see the clear imagine of his mangled body on the ground, full of holes, his chest not moving and breathing. She pushed aside the bodies from their pile, and...

There was no Negan.

A relief let her breathed normally, yet her mind rattled on where he went. Her eyes trailed a trail of blood, heading deeper to a building.

"We have to go the bridge. It's where we have to go and meet up."

"We can't leave Negan out here." Mal complained.

"I know I hate it, but Negan told us if anything happens to us, head for the yellow bridge. Please, Mal, just-"

Mal clocked Arnica on the nose, and sprinted the trail of blood. When Max and one of the Queen's people try to go after her, she stops them.