The Ruins Part 2 (Sequel to The Ruins)

Chapter 23

Mal sat on the steps, drinking all the fresh air and catching her breath. "Everyone alright?"

"I'm alright, just a bit winded." Jeremy replied. "I really need to exercise more."

Negan came over to them, inspecting Mal over carefully.

"How about you Mal?" Negan asked.

She smiled for his concern. "I'm fine. No bites."

She puts back her now empty gun in her holster when Negan holds the bat in front of her. "Here, take Ellie."

"Why?"

"Might need her if Simon the prick comes by. I do keep my promises."

She takes the bat, letting herself feel the weight of it and also the dominance of it. "You keep staring at her, she might want to bite your head off or have a full blow make out." He smirks and she shakes her head at his amusement.

"I already had kissed her, and that's only a one time thing."

The radio tower was in sight in the distance. For once they had a nice change of scenery, an old neighbourhood that a few people would remember what things were before the outbreak. Now it's nature taking over, making an beautiful imagine and scenery of safety and a wilderness home. Mal thinks about what places like these were before the Black Night. Having a cut lawn with no overgrown in their whole street and house, a decent house where families are cooking outside and greeting to the neighbors a good morning. You ask her, it's a gimmick, all too fake and fruity to see herself living in one. As they continued through the neighborhood most of the houses had warning signs against looters, but it was just all talk now.

The group explored a couple of houses, searching for supplies while Max and Sarah play a little darts at least still having a good time. After a little water break they pressed on, they arrived at the Main Street, houses on the side and a big old one in the front. Coming closer into the street, a gun fires above their heads. They cover behind a row of stone walls. A sniper was in a distant house popped shots at the the band, all of which ducked behind the cars.

"Did you see where it came from?" Enid asked.

"Somewhere down the street," Negan said.

"Alright, I take the right and The Queen take the left and flank him, the rest of you stay here," Mal spoke.

"No." Negan argued. "If you're trying to play the badass hero up there, it won't work."

"Before you start, I need you guys to keep him busy. Me and the Queen will see if we can get a clear shot."

"Ok. Hey, be careful you two." Negan said, holding her arm before letting it go.

Mal took the right flank behind the houses while the Queen took the right. She quietly snuck through the back yards closer to the sniper's nest, just as she got closer, she heard a gun cock on her head.

"Well well well," The familiar voice spoke, "if it isn't Mal." Simon came around and faced her. His face is cut and bruised, his left eye covered in blood from the forehead cut, the silver hair mattered in dirt and sweat. He still had the dark brown mustache.

Mal tossing her gun and rolled the bat to the ground, holding her hands up.

"How are you doing girl?" Simon asked. Then he looked back at the distant gunfire and shouts.

"You're done. You and four people are fucking gone."

"Whoa, watch your language, Mal."

"You have nothing, Simon" Mal creeps up a smirk. "I did say to you how you will die, and it's the right opportunity. Your rapists filthy people are dead, your place is destroyed. You have nothing-"