World of Anarchy/Chapter 52

This is a preview of chapter 52 of World of Anarchy entitled: Tick, Tock, Goes The Clock

Synopsis
''Teresa sets out try and save as many lives as she can, while David faces off with another of Rafael’s enforcers while making his way to Warehouse 43. Chris and Jessie’s safety may be compromised when another survivor reveals herself. Others are pushed to their limits as Anton continues to find his next victims. But can they hold the own against this unstable psychopath?''

Chapter 52 - Tick, Tock, Goes The Clock
Miller looked down at his watch. It was five o’clock. Nearly half an hour after this new outbreak started. Sweat trickled down his forehead as he pushed his way through the mess around. His father’s place was only two blocks away from where the infected seemed to have originated. Surely the staff would have kept him and other the other residents safe, right?

“Shit!” He yelled as he dove for safety.

A car had nearly swerved into him. It would have smashed into him too if it hadn’t been for his military experience giving him quick reflexes. Wasting no time he caught his balance and cut through Central Park.

“One more block.” Miller told himself over and over. “Just one more block.”

All of his hope drained from his body when his destination came into view. The building was on fire and infected were pouring in. No sign of survivors. Not knowing what to do he fell to his knees in the middle of the street. The back of his mind was screaming for him to run, to avoid infected at all cost, and to survive. But he couldn’t bring himself to move. What he did instead was think about his father. Their relationship. The happy moments with him. The bad ones. The regrets. He should have spent more time with him while he wasn’t sick. Should have been a better son. It was too late now. Now he had to live with the fact that their relationship wasn’t perfect and he couldn’t change that.

“Are you Miller Arnold, friendo?” A voice behind him asked.

Turning he saw a bloodied man standing behind him with a creepy smile. Miller rose and looked around, wondering who this person was and how he knew his name.

“I am.” He responded, trying to not let his current emotional status dictate him. “And you are?”

“A friend.” The man responded as he approached him.