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Chapter 4

Lori woke up to find herself alone in the hospital ward. She'd never been a big fan of hospitals and avoided them at all costs despite how ill she was, when she had been in the past it was because Rick had dragged her there kicking and screaming. When Carl had been born she had insisted Rick stay with her at all times and had threatened to walk out with Carl if the doctors didn't allow it. In the end they had but she had barely slept even with Rick by her side holding her hand and with one hand resting on Carl's cot.

She wished Rick could be here with her now. It hurt her to think about him but she also needed it, thinking about him kept her from going insane. She missed him so much. She wanted so badly to get back to him and make things up. She wished she could reverse time back to before everything turned to hell on earth.

She needed to make up with Carl too. It killed her that their relationship had fallen apart because they had always had such a strong mother/son bond. She hoped she could get it back, she had to, she'd die for Carl and she wanted him to know that.

She glanced up when Doctor Martin came into the room. He was carrying a small tray and she could only presume it was her medication. She certainly needed some, she was beginning to feel the pain creeping back up on her.

"How are you feeling, Lori?" he asked.

"Sore." she told him with a little laugh, she felt so pathetic admitting such a fact.

"Here, take these, they'll help." he told her.

Lori happily took the little pot of pills and threw them into the back of her throat. She then grabbed the small cup of water and took a big gulp and washed the tablets down.

"Better?" Doc Martin asked as he took the cup from her.

Lori nodded. For a moment she had felt fine but after a few minute's things started to blur, and she began to feel light headed. She turned to face the door and could just about make out two guards walking in. She knew the guards were talking to Doctor Martin but as everything began to go black she had no idea what the men were saying to one another.

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Carol felt like anything but exercise, especially not organised exercise set out by her attackers. Out in the yard she had instantly stood with the other women who stood along the building wall, as far from the fence as possible where walkers clung on to it, their rotting fingers trying to inch through the fencing trying to get to the women. Carol could see the hoping in their eyes, hoping that she and the others would become their next meal.

"How did you come to be here?"

Carol turned to the side to see a woman looking at her, she thought she had heard something and now she presumed it had been the woman looking at her having spoken to her.

"Excuse me?" Carol said. She had been so focused on the walkers that she hadn't heard what the woman had said, she was just aware she had said something.

"I said how'd you come to be here?" the woman asked again.

Carol thought about telling her the truth and the consequences it could have if they were to tell the men, but for some reason she trusted the women, after all they were as much prisoners as she was now. She glanced up at the stairs to the side of her that led back into the prison, two male guards stood there watching the walkers at the fence.

"I was with a group of people, we came here looking for shelter. My friend was due to have a baby, we figured it would be a safe place for her to do that here."

"How wrong were you?!" One of the women spat. She was tall, with long black hair that hung down her back. Her name was Paula and Carol knew she was someone she would never get on with.

"Clearly I know that now." Carol snapped at her.

"She's not trying to be funny." The other woman defended.

"Yes I am. She was an idiot to come here."

"I'm sorry about her," the woman said turning her back slightly on the other woman. "I'm Rita." The woman said as she held out her hand to Carol. "She's Paula."

Carol took it and gave it a gentle shake, "Carol."

The women all took a minute to stare at the fence, more walkers had gathered, all growling and moaning as they desperately tried to claw their way through the fence.

"How did you all come to be here?" Carol asked.

"We worked here, all of us in one wing or the other." Rita said, "When the outbreak happened we tried to stay here, safe, some left to try to get to their families, but they never made it. I've seen some of them, out there." she said as she glanced at the fence again. "Part of me wishes I had tried to escape too, but I didn't have a family to go off to find. I stayed here to look after the prisoners, little did I know that the prisoners would rebel and that they would take over the prison and that we would become the inmates…sex slaves to some of America's worst criminals."

"If you worked here then you must now how to get out of here." Carol said.

"You mean go out there, with them. I think I'd rather get fucked than be eaten alive by Zombies." Paula spat.

"Well I wouldn't…and I am going to get out of here, you can come with me if you want." Carol said, her voice dripping with determination.

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Lori stood up from the toilet in the corner of the cell she had been dragged too. The pain it had caused her and been more than enough to make her violently sick. Little did she know it was the fact that she was throwing her guts up that she had not suffered from what the guard had had planned for her. He had however pushed her down to the floor and told her he would be back. She had no idea why, but she didn't doubt that he would be.

She carefully sat down on the bunk in her cell, however she pushed herself up again when she heard the men shouting. "Move it ladies! Get in your cells now!"

She glanced out of her cell and was shocked to see a line of women walking through the wing, she almost burst into tears when she saw Carol. "Carol!" she cried out, unable to stop herself.

Carol saw her and immediately broke from the line and went running over to her cell. "Lori, my God, are you okay?"

"I'm fine, are you?" Lori asked.

"Yeah, look we have to get out of here, I think maybe I have an idea."

"How?" Lori asked.

Carol never got a chance to answer as a guard ran up behind her and hit her hard in the back with a truncheon. Carol cried out in agony and fell to her knees. Lori reached out through the bars and tried to hold Carol up but the guard hit her arm hard and then dragged Carol away and all Lori could do was watch.

TBC

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