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Chapter 2
- Walking Dead -

-Clover-

My eyes were closed.

I was completely relaxed.

Nothing was touching me.

I felt like I was floating.

I felt safe and warm, up until the moment my eyes opened and I took in my surroundings.

All I could see was the blue depths of water surrounding me and little fish passing by. Coming from above, there was an obnoxious bright light. Without much thought, I started swimming towards the light.

It was quite a bit away...maybe 10 feet before I surfaced and uncontrollably coughed up the water that was trapped in my lungs.

It was now morning. The men and any evidence of them being here was gone but how was I still alive?

I'm 100% sure I died last night. I felt the water painfully fill my lungs as the men held me underwater before I fell unconscious.

How did I survive that?

Even just before I swam to the surface when I wasn't physically breathing or had the urge to breathe. I felt no pain at all.

Slowly my other senses kicked in as I thought about my death or near death experience.

The birds sung their morning song too loudly for my ears. As I bragged myself closer to the shallow end I could see rabbits hopping merrily through the forest minding their own business as if I weren't there at all. The rays of the sun were making its way out from the horizon meaning I've been out here for at least 5-6 hours. 

I was happy that I wasn't dead, I was happy that they didn't rape me but my life just got stranger than it already was.

I swam to the edge of the lake as best as I could. My clothes and trench coat weighing me down significantly.

I was tired, out of breath and felt like shit. Due to my fatigue it took a while to get to the shallow end. Once I was at the shallow end I didn't bother to try to stand on my own two feet and walk out of the lake. Instead I crawled the rest of the way out still coughing my lungs up.

My breathing was quick and painful but as soon as my breathing was somewhat back to normal I laid on the muddy ground with my hands over my head. The pain in my head was deadly and I felt so cold but so hot at the same time. For a person that basically drowned in a lake and somehow survived I sure was thirsty and my throat kept burning like hell.

I bet dying would've felt better than this. Why didn't I die? It's not like I wanted to die but logically I should have.

No human could would survive being drown and left in a lake for hours upon end unconscious and completely surrounded by water. Science was my worst subject in school but I'm pretty sure that humans have lungs not gills.

I thought they were suppose to make sure that I died but clearly they didn't do a very good job at that. Now I can continue my horrible life starting at a dead end job at a rundown diner that no one knows of.

I quickly sat up, regretting the feeling instantly but more focused on my realization. If I'm right that means my next shift starts in a couple of hours!

Springing up on my two feet as fast as possible, I was quickly introduced to my brain slamming into my skull and my feet feeling like jelly. I tried ignoring the pain as best as possible as I tried jogging in the direction of my house but it turned into more of a gallop.

With every step that I took my brain would pound against my skull making it harder and harder to gallop/ run straight or coordinate in one direction. How am I going to work today with this killer headache and these sudden cold and hot flashes?

More importantly, how am I going to work without my skates. My uniform was replaceable, I had an extra one at home but the skates I had to pay out of pocket for and that Demarco guy took my bag that had my skates and my prepaid phone.

I gave up on running and settled on a slow wobbly walking pace. Being that it was early in the morning the only people that were out were the usual druggies that paid me no mind as I dragged my soaking wet self down the street.

My apartment building was insights and I never felt so happy to be 'home'.

Walking all the way up to the fourth floor I jiggled the handle of my door to open it. I had a key in my backpack but with the lack of security here, it didn't take much to open these doors without a key. So i guess it's a good thing I have nothing valuable I care enough about not being stolen.

Walking into my apartment I had to practically hold on to the walls for support. There's no way I can go to work in this condition, I was too weak. I closed the door with my foot and locked it, even though it was completely useless, then headed into my room.

My apartment only had one bedroom, one bathroom, one kitchen and a small living room. It's pretty rundown but that's all I could afford at the moment. I stripped off my wet trench coat that was weighing me down and took off my ran down sneakers that were filled with water and through them in the corner before taking off everything else and wrapping myself in a towel. I tried ignoring the cold chill that ran down my spine but it was impossible for me not to react to it.

I wobbled my way to my small bathroom and into the small bathtub that I could barely fit in. I sunk down as low as I could in the warm water and instantly I was too hot, so I quickly cleaned myself and then got out the tub.

Once I got back to my room again I was all of a sudden cold again.

There was no way I could go into work and since my phone is gone, I'll have to use the pay phone out back later on to let Mr. Jackson know what happened.

I chuckled to myself.

He'd most likely not believe me and think I just over slept and forgot to call earlier but what Mr. Jackson thinks about me is the least of my worries right now.

What I'm more worried about is not dying from hypothermia now that I escaped my other near death experience.

I put on dry cotton underwear and shorts. I didn't bother to put a bra on but then again I never did sleep with one on so I just pulled an over sized t-shirt over my head and crashed on my bed. I fell asleep after many attempts on getting comfortable and I'm glad I did. Right now I really need sleep. Caching up on some Z's never sounded or felt so good.

What did it not occur to me to call the cops?

-Jordan-

"She lives in there?" Patrick asked in shock as he poked his head between Cleon and Oscar who were in the driver and passenger seat. "This part of town looks like shit" he pointed out the obvious.

For a guy that hasn't slept all night, he sure did have a lot of energy.

Oscar groaned from the passenger seat. You could tell that he just wanted to shove Patrick's head back and out of his space. "Patrick do you ever shut up?" Oscar asked annoyed.

Oscar was the opposite of Patrick. He was tired, for the most part all of us were. Usually Oscar was the quiet one of our group, but right now he was cranky and had enough of Patrick for one night.

Surprisingly, even thought Patrick was talkative and outgoing and Oscar was not. They some how were the closest of friends.

Patrick starred at Oscar with his dark blue eyes amused and slowly shook his head back and forth with a small smile on his face. "Oscar, that really hurts. I should really not make you Phoebe's Godfather" he said putting his hand over his heart and giving Oscar a fake sad look.

"Oh please, Mia wouldn't have anyone else as godfather but me" Oscar said matter of factly before realizing what he said in a car filled of highly potential godfather candidates. "No offense to you guys" he added shortly.

"Your cranky when you're tired, no wonder why you don't have a girlfriend." Patrick snickered settling back into the back seat with myself and Denziel. At this point Patrick was picking a fight with Oscar...he had nothing better to do.

"What was that?" Oscar growled from the passenger seat.

Patrick loved teasing and testing Oscar's patience level, even though he knew that it was very low.

"Oh, nothing" Patrick said smirking at Oscar even though Oscar could no longer see his face.

Oscar really didn't date much, he was waiting for the right girl, a mate and she hasn't come along yet but he still believes that she's out there somewhere. He deserves a good girl and we all couldn't wait until the day he finds her.

Without his mate, he doesn't date. Doesn't flirt and doesn't sleep around when he know she's out there somewhere. When it came to girls he was a Saint and Denziel was the devil.

"Pussy" Cleon whispered shaking his head as he keeps his eyes on the road siding with Oscar like he usually did.

"It feels like you guys are tag teaming me now" Patrick said crossing his arms over his chest. "Fine, I got Jordan on my team." He put his arm around me so that it was resting on my shoulder.

I gave him the dirtest look ever before pushing his arm off of me and moving to the far end of the car away from him even though I didn't get very far. "I'm not on your team!" I yelled causing Oscar and Cleon to laugh at us.

"Denz..." he started shuffling over to his left.

"Nope" Denziel said without even opening his eyes to enknowledging Patrick at all. "You're on your own".

"Fine I do best as a lone solider anyways" Patrick said pridefully before Cleon pulled up in front of a broken down apartment building.

"I wonder how something so pretty can live in a town like this." Oscar asked once everyone was out the car taking in our surroundings.

"I wonder how Demarco can just order us to kill her just like that. She looked young and innocent, she's probably eighteen, twenty the most." We were all quiet.

Normally I'd be quick to defend Demarco with me being his best friend and Beta but this felt different. Demarco didn't really have a reason behind killing her and even with her dead there was no reason for us to be here to clear her apartment as if she just decided to skip town. Eventually the police would find her dead body in the lake.

There's been a lot going on lately with Demarco and The Pack. He's taken over the Alpha role about two years ago, and ever since, he has been focus on mainly security and expansion of the pack.

The New Moon Phase definitely has a lot to do with his lashing out, paranoid behavior lately but that girl didn't deserve death but unfortunately for her, whatever Demarco says...goes.

These parts of the forest that we just claimed as our own, is officially under Demarco jurisdiction as to shelter and make room for our fast growing pack population but ever since we fully took control of these lands we've been having a rogue/trespassing issue. That's what happen last night and literally, this girl was in the wrong place at the wrong time when she seen us taking care of that vampire.

At the end of the day, Demarco always does what he feels is the best for the pack and that's what makes him such a great leader.

"You know how Demarco is. He can sometimes be a harsh guy." It was true Demarco most of the time was nice and friendly but other times he's not so friendly. He's harsh and cold hearted. He can kill anything without even thinking twice and not feel bad for it afterwards.

"Well, I'm tired and hungry, can we get in and out because I will love to go home and get some sleep. We've been working all day and I don't know about you guys but I've been working hard." Oscar took the first step toward the apartment building with the rest of us following closely behind him.

"Whatever you say...Oscar the grouch!" Patrick said as he started laughing hysterically.

"That's why you're the only one that's laughing at your own joke. Way to go Patrick Star!" Oscar shot back and we all laughed, even Patrick.

We came to the fourth floor and started walking down the hall looking for apartment number 4C.

"Once we found apartment 4C. I jiggled the knob and it just unlocked.

At first I thought I had to break the door handle to get into the apartment but it looks like, we got easy access on this place. "For a crappy part of town this apartment isn't that bad." Denziel said plopping down on the couch and putting his feet up while Cleon and Patrick roamed the apartment freely.

"Well I wouldn't be surprised if we see a cockroach or rat before we leave" I said closing the door behind me as it made a loud screeching sound before fully closing.

"The kitchen isn't that bad, but she has nothing to eat here. All she has is a gallon of milk and ketchup." Cleon said walking back into the living room. "I'm in the mood for some Burger King" he said closing his eyes and rubbing his stomach as his tongue flickered out and liked his lips.

"You're a freak" I told him before Patrick ran back into the room like a mad man.

"Guys we're in some deep shit" he said running his hand throw his curly brown hair and his blue eyes lost all of its humor that was once in them.

"How wrong?" Oscar asked nervously.

Patrick's mouth opened and closed and then opened and closed again but no words were coming out. "Come and check for yourselves" he finally said and we all followed him down a short hallway that led to a small room.

The small room only had a mirror hanging up on the wall, a medium sized closet and a bed. Lying down on that bed was the same girl that we supposedly killed a few hours ago.

We were all silent, starring at the suppose-to-be dead girl.

"How the hell did she survive?!" Denziel asked panicked, breaking the silence.

"This isn't possible once we drowned her she had no pulse, I checked. I checked twice just to be sure but both times that I checked she had no pulse." Cleon was both amazed and nervous at the same time. "A human would've died in seconds, minutes tops and even a were would've died quickly too but...it took a while for her to died."

"But she's not dead" I said slowly, stating the obvious.

"Does she have a pulse now?" Oscar asked.

"No shit Sherlock's" Patrick said pacing the room. "What is Demarco going to do to us? She's suppose to be dead!" he yelled a little bit too loudly.

We all stopped and stared at the girl as she frowned in her sleep but thankfully didn't wake up as she simply turned on her other side and relaxed to her previous sleeping state.

I motioned for all of us to leave the room as to not wake her with our conversation. We all gathered once again in the small living room.

"We can try to kill her again." Oscar calmly suggested, trying his best to stay as quiet as possible. He was leaning in the doorway the led to the kitchen and kept on running his hand throw his freshly cut hair. A sign that meant he was nervous or stressed and at the moment I think it was both.

"We can't kill her now. Demarco always has a way of finding out stuff and if we try killing her a second time, even if we succeed this time he'll somehow find out about it " Cleon said sitting on the coffee table and hanging his head down low.

"I know Demarco he's not going to be mad at us. He might be upset set that we didn't complete our task but this was out of our control" I said motioning to the bedroom where the girl was tucked peacefully in bed. "He'll understand". I hope.

"If you think he'll understand then you call him and tell him what happened." Denziel said throwing the hardest part on me, not wanting to deal with his own brother.

Patrick stopped pacing, Cleon hung his head low and both Denziel and Oscar look to me. "Fine, I'll tell him".

Looking at the four of them they were all relieved as they put all their faith into me. I didn't want to talk to Demarco neither, especially during a new moon but it had to be me.

Pulling out my phone from my back pocket I dialed Demarco's phone number. After two rings he picked up and I put the phone on speaker. "What's up Jordan?" he asked. He seemed in a good mood. "You guys already got the job done that quickly?" He asked and you can tell he was smiling on the other end, proudly.

Time to disappoint.

"We have a situation Demarco." Everyone fell silent and stayed perfectly still starring at the phone.

For once in a life time Demarco was silent himself. He didn't spit out profanities, he didn't throughout threats, he didn't even raise his voice. Instead his good mood turned cold, "I'll be there in 15" then the line went dead.

For some reason that short calm sentence scared me more then it should've and clearly it had the same affect on the other four men.

Cleon looked down the hall to the bedroom door then at the hard wood floor in between his legs. He clenched his hands into two fists before growling out in frustration. "Lord, I'm way too young to die, at least not today.

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