ANGEL FACE ➵ DARYL DIXON [2]

Chapter Twelve: Made To Suffer

Chapter 12

"I STARTED TO FEEL SO MUCH. THEN IT MADE ME FEEL NOTHING AT ALL."

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Dear Kitty 2.0,

Hi. It's me again.

Long story short, I'm in a hospital. A large creepy hospital. The woman took me here. I know her name now. It's Dawn.

They did different tests on me, even gave me an ultrasound scan. I cried when I saw my baby up on the screen. Not sad tears like I've been doing for months. But happy tears. Very happy tears.

They told me the gender - a boy. We're going to have a boy, Bobby. Can you believe it?

The people also stitched up my ankle for me, saying it wasn't right. I agreed, the stitch loose from where Chin-mae put it.

I still think about him a lot, if he's coming to get me or not. This place, it's like it's haunted. I haven't seen a walker since I've been here, but there's other deadly forces.

When I first woke up, I thought everything was just a terrible dream. But then I thought about the people I had met, all the friends and all the faces. They made it that I wanted to go back inside, even though it was an apocalypse. I lay there, on the hospital bed with a drip in my vein. The clock ticked. I actually shouted for dad or mum. I shouted for Rico, wanting them to burst through the door. I shouted for Tamiko.

But the woman, Dawn, came instead, and that's when I knew the entire thing wasn't a dream. No, it was reality.

I asked for Chin-mae, repeatedly asking, "the man. Have you seen the man I was with? The man, the man, the man..."

She said no. And that caused me to cry.

Now? It's been over a week since I've been here. I'm trying to escape, not waiting for someone to rescue me. Not this time.

I've met someone. He's my closest friend in this place. At first, from a distance, all I could see was the back of him.

Dark skin, black hair. Then he tilted. Round glasses.

I gasped. Then my hopes died.

Of course it wasn't Bobby. Of course it wasn't. I went up to him anyway, introduced myself. His face was longer, his nose smaller. He just looked like him from afar.

His name is Noah. And we've planned to escape. Tonight.

I've never felt so confident in all of my life. We have to get out of here. Together, we can.

Before I go, here is a poem I wrote. Goodnight Kitty.

- Scozzafava