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++++++I apologize in advanced for this chapter, it is a little graphic in some places. If there is any concern, please feel free to PM me and I will look into changing the content ++++++

Fifty-Five

A sharp piercing pain was what tore me back into reality.

The first thing that escaped my lips was the loudest scream I could ever come up with.

I tried to get up and away but something was holding me down. I couldn't see anything, judging by the feel there was some kind of bag over my head, little snippets of light were escaping through the fabric but I couldn't make out anything.

I screamed again as the pain tore through me. It was one constant steady stream not bursts…something warm ran down my side and started to pool under me. Realising what it was I started to panic and struggle. Oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god, I gasped.

Someone grabbed a chunk of my hair through the bag and slammed my head down against the surface. "Don't move, ma Cherie," was hissed in my ear.

My head hurt but I managed to nod.

"Let's see how you taste, ma Cherie," the same voice whispered in my ear.

The grip of my attacker lessened and out of the hood I could hear the crackling of fire as a chewing sound…Oh god, I gasped. Oh god…oh god…he's not…oh god…he is. I could feel the bile rising in my throat but I forced it down.

"This meat's rotten!" he spat, throwing whatever he had of me on the ground. "Tastes wrong…too spoilt."

Suddenly the bag was ripped off my head and immediately I shut my eyes, flinching form the light. Slowly I opened them to get my bearings…wherever I was appeared to be some kind of storage and preparation room. "DARYL! MAGGIE! SOPHIA!"

He slammed my head against the bench and ripped me up so that I was inches from his face. His teeth had been files into sharp fangs, easier to rip the flesh off of bones. "Lucky you," he hissed before he licked my face.

I cringed in horror. The bile rose up again and I threw up over the side of the bench straight on top of a section of someone's cut up torso. "Oh god," I whispered when he pushed me off the bench right into a pile of body parts. "Where are my friends?" I snapped with bravery as I could muster.

"You'll see soon enough," he hissed in my ear. He grabbed a chunk of my hair and dragged me from the room, the sign on the door said that it was the reception hall. I was dragged from the hall down the corridor and into a room far at the back of the golf club, the signs I could see on the walls were pointing us towards the pools. He grunted once when he lifted me up by my hair, pulling me to my feet. "Shame your meat's spoilt," he grumbled. "We could have had fun with you. Such a pretty thing."

Then he pushed me backwards.

I fell straight down into the drained swimming pool, landing on top of something. I scrambled off whatever it was and backed into the wall at the sight of the disembodied walkers in the pool.

"Have fun!"

I looked back up but he was gone.

Something grabbed at my ankle, it was the feel of dry flesh on mine that made me realise that I'd been stripped down to just my bra and underwear, everything else was gone. Instinctively I grabbed the closest weapon to me-a snapped off bone. I screamed and started beating the walker in the head over and over again until I was hitting the tiles. I slumped down on the pool floor as the walkers slowly pulled themselves towards me.

That's when it hit me.

The walker I'd just killed was missing everything below its waist but sticking out of the tangled mass of organs and fabric was a tiny foot. Hurriedly I turned the walker over, a chunk of flesh was missing from her arm but that's not what got me-it was the belly that she had…Ebony had the same belly…that's what he meant by spoilt…hormones…

"Oh fuck…" I gasped. Every walker inside the pool was at different stages of pregnancy. I covered my ears and tried to block out the sounds of gnashing teeth and growling and moaning before I started to rock backwards and forwards.

It touched my ankle first…

My eyes snapped open and I stared into the hollow eyes of what used to be a young woman. I pulled my ankle away and grabbed hold of its head. I could feel a chunk of flesh and hair ripping away from the skull but as the adrenaline coursed through my veins I smashed its head against the tiles until it was pulp. I could feel the blood as it dried on my back, the pain was become a slow throb. I pulled my body up out of the pool and rolled over on the ground. Every fibre of my being was telling me to find Daryl, find Maggie…Sophia…oh god Sophia…

"SOPHIA!" I screamed. "SOPHIA!"

From down the hall I could hear grunting sounds. Others came running down the hall and I tripped the first on, sending them flying into the pool and into the walkers.

There was a female facing me, she had blood splattered all over her body and her teeth, like the rest of them, were sharpened into fangs. She rushed at me and I clocked her in the face, she slashed at me with her weapon, it only just missed me. I kicked her legs out from underneath her and the two of us went flying to the ground. Something grabbed my hair, it was the guy I had tripped into the pool. The woman wrapped her arms around my throat, cutting off all air. I punched her in the kidneys several times, forcing her off me. She rolled off me, grunting and I snapped her neck. "Stay down," I hissed. I wrapped my arm around my stomach and took a deep breath, watching the walkers rip apart the cannibal.

Karma.

I knelt down on the ground and threw up again.

"PJ!"

I stuck my head up.

"PJ!"

It was Daryl.

"DARYL!" I screamed. "DARYL!"

"PJ!"

I picked up the woman's weapon and ran from the room.

"DARYL!"

I ran straight into them just in front of the door to the cleaner's closet. "Oh my God!" I shrieked. I wrapped my arms around him and hugged him. "What happened?"

"Oh my god you're bleeding!" Maggie gasped. "We thought they'd-you know-" She circled me to check my back, "we'll have to get the doc to have a look at that when we get back."

"How are we getting out?" Sophia gasped.

Daryl turned his head to the side. "Burn it to the ground. Sophia you take PJ and you get her out, back to the cars, they've got them on the road."

I stared at the two of them, unable to form words. The words were there in the back of my throat but I was unable to get them out.

Maggie cupped my face and stared at me. "She's in shock Daryl…one of us should go with them."

I shook my head. "N-n-no…I can make it…give me my bow."

Maggie handed me my bow and quiver full of arrows before she and Daryl broke into the clearer's closet. Sophia grabbed my hand and dragged me out of the building and across the golf course. We made it out to the cars without any kind of opposition, but when we got there, they were there.

I shrank back.

"PJ!" Sophia shouted, aiming her rifle.

"I can't…" I whispered. There was a fifty-fifty chance that I was making all of this up in my head but after what had just happened…all those women had been pregnant. They were thrown in there and left to die because they were pregnant which meant that I was…oh my god…

"PJ!" Sophia screamed. "PJ! HELP!"

Her screams were drowned out by a ringing in my ears, I could see them all pile on top of her, dragging her to the ground…all I could hear was Carol telling me to look after her little girl…Sophia wasn't going to die-I promised.

I loaded my bow and fired, hitting my target each time with deadly accuracy. By the time Daryl and Maggie found us, Sophia was helping me into the car. We both cringed at the sound of a large explosion rocking through the area.

"Everyone got all their limbs?" Daryl questioned.

Maggie punched him in the arm. "That wasn't funny Daryl…Sophia, get the arrows." I looked at Maggie when she climbed in the backseat beside me. "What happened?" she frowned. "One moment their leader was gloating about-you know-then he came back-said the meat was tainted…we thought he'd killed you…Sophia stabbed him in the leg with a knife when he grabbed her and Daryl snapped his neck…then we came to find you…"

"The walkers…." I whispered, shuddering at the thought. "He threw me at the walkers…Maggie…I'm pregnant…he said the meat was spoilt…all those walkers…they were pregnant…I'm pregnant…"

Maggie stared at me. "PJ…" She opened and closed her mouth like a fish. There was nothing left to say…I could handle anything, killing walkers, killing people if I had to, going days without food but if I was pregnant…I was treading uncharted territory…territory I know I can't travel alone.