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Chapter 20

"Wakey wakey!" Max says as he gently shakes my shoulder.

"Hey," I yawn and stretch.

Ew... Morning.

"Come have breakfast!" He says jumping up and down excitedly.

A sick feeling pools at the back of my throat.

"I can't, I don't feel 100%" I say clutching my stomach as it heaves.

"Okay, have you got any scratches?" he questions, worry showing on his face.

"Not zombie sick mate, vomit sick." I explain to him.

"I'm gonna get some eggs and milk." Max informs me as I begin to dry heave. Bile pools in my throat and i get ready to spew.

"Ugh why did you say eggs?!" I yell as I chuck up a violently red cup-a-soup vomit onto the floor of our cell.

"I'm gonna get a mop! You go to the bathroom!"

I don't hesitate as I feel more vomit rise up.

I run to the bathroom and lean over a toilet seat.

A few minutes of intense agony later I feel a million bucks.

To stay on the safe side I head back to bed, with a bucket for safety.

When I get there Glenn is sitting on my bed reading a book.

"Pretty sure this is my cell." I say leaning casually against the doorframe.

"How are you?!" Glenn says frantically, standing up and tucking the book in his pocket.

He walks over and puts his hands on my shoulders.

"I'm fine, I feel better now."

"So did you just, like, throw up and feel better later?."

"Ugh... yeah. I guess." I reply, what is he doing.

"I am going to ask you a deeply personal question, please refrain from slapping me." he says looking me straight in the eye.

"Um, i'll try?"

"Okay... um... oh wow... ugh, have you had you period this cycle?" he winces as he finishes the question, getting ready for a slap.

"Stop being scared I'm not gonna hit you, and no I haven't had it. Why?"

"Because I think you might be pregnant. We, um, did it. Now morning sickness and finally no period. Pregnant." Glenn says a little too confidently.

"Oh shit. shit. shit. Shititty shit!" I yell.

Not pregnant. Oh please, dont let me be pregnant.

"I think we might still have a pregnancy test somewhere actually, from Judith's Mom." Glenn continues unaware of my panic.

"I might go ask Rick for-"

"Glenn! I can't be pregnant! i'm like seventeen! I will die and the baby will die and everyone will DIE!" I am hyperventilating now. The panic attack I am having is pretty severe.

"You're 17?" Glenn questions quietly.

"My Dad told my original group that I was 26 so that if he died I would be left in charge. No one would listen to a 17 year old but a 26 year old would gain respect." i explain as calmly as I can.

"Wow, I thought you were like 23." glenn tells me.

"Wrong. I was 15 when this shit started. Been about two years."

"Well I don't care. I like you a lot Ruby, and if we are having a baby I am happy." glenn concludes.

"You go do something, I'm gonna talk to Rick and see if he has the test." i say walking off.

When I get to the cell Rick is lying on his bed staring at the ceiling.

"Hey Sherif." I say, leaning against the doorframe casually.

"Ruby," he says sitting up. "what can I do for you?"

"Do you have a leftover pregnancy test? I'm sorry but I need one."

"It's fine, I am alright now. And I think I do have one." He says rummaging through his draws.

After a minute he pulls out a box.

"Here." he says covering it with a plaid shirt and handing it to me.

"Keep the shirt too if you want, it was hers." He comments.

"Thank you Rick."

"No problem, to tell you the truth I am kind of looking forward to Judith having a playmate." Rick smiles.

"Hopefully she will."

"Have a nice day Ruby, see you at dinner."

"Bye!" I clutch the box to my chest and walk to my cell.

Glenn is waiting for me once again.

"Have you got it?" he asks.

"Shhh! and yes I have the thing."

"Well?"

"Well I am gonna go now so go away."

"Tell me what happens." He says as I hide the box in my draw and take only the test in my pocket.

"I will." I say, standing on my tiptoes and kissing him on the cheek.

"I promise."

"Bye." he says, walking out the door.

I sit down for a minute to think.

What if I am pregnant? I am probably going to die. But I can't exactly kill my own baby. It will turn inside me and probably eat me. Does it even have teeth? or hands? fingernails? Why, I wasn't meant to be mother, I have one little boy to look after already, a baby will be too hard! And what if Glenn dies? How will I carry on without him? What if I leave Glenn and Max? Max probably doesn't want any competition for my attention. What if he hates the baby?

All these worries will have to wait, I might not even be pregnant.

I walk to the bathrooms and take the test.

Five minutes, in five minutes I will know whether or not there is a tiny human growing inside of me.

I tap my foot impatiently and fidget on the closed toilet lid.

Tick tock tick tock.

I can't wait here, I chuck the test in my waistband and walk over to Glenn's cell.

"Wanna come wait with me?" I ask him.

"Yes!" He says, grabbing my hand and leading me to my cell.

When we get there I grab the test out of my pocket and sit on my bed, Glenn settles down next to me.

"How much longer?" he asks.

"Two minutes." I reply.

"So, if we are having a baby, what will we name it?" Glenn muses, obviously hoping for a positive result.

"Well for a boy, George. And for a girl Scarlet."

"I like George, but Scarlet. Really? Scarlet and Ruby. A little cheesy."

"Oh yeah? What would you name a little girl?"

"Clover." he replies without hesitation.

"I actually like that."

"One of my sisters, her name was Clover. I don't know where or how she is now, but I would like to name my little girl after her." He tells me, his voice barely above a whisper.

"If it's a girl we will definitely call her Clover."

"Thanks, I would really appreciate that."

"Hey, I think it's time." I say flipping the test to it's face.

~A/N- tell you the result next chapter

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