World of Anarchy/Chapter 54

This is a preview of chapter 54 of World of Anarchy entitled: Control

Synopsis
''As David closes in on Jayden’s location, he crosses path with another of Rafael’s enforcers. Back at the zone, Riley faces off with the psychopath that has nearly completed his mission. Zachery makes a disturbing play against Garland in response to the second outbreak that has taken too many lives.''

Chapter 54 - Control
Teresa sat up in one quick motion, her breath shallow. Her hand flew to her forehead and checked for the wound but found none. The last thing she remembered was being shot by that man, and the feeling of blood on her face. But now she was fine. Was it all a dream?

Darkness covered the room, which gave her a feeling of urgency. Where was she? Teresa could tell she sitting was in a bed but it didn’t feel like her and David’s. She pulled off the covers and stumbled over to the wall to feel for the light switch. For a few seconds after she flipped the switch she didn’t recognize where she was. Then it hit her.

She was in her dorm room at UNT.

Everything in the room was exactly where she left it the night of the outbreak. Her clothes, her T.V., her dresser, her desk and all of her school stuff was still there. A light from the window across from her caught her eye. It was sun. She glanced at her alarm clock as she made her way to the window and saw it was ten in the morning. What she saw out the window stunned her more than the intact room itself.

It was the city. But normal. The infected and the military hadn’t turned it into a war zone that it was the first night of the outbreak. She could even see people out in the streets. There was even a couple walking toward the square with their baby tucked away safe in its stroller.

“Wha--?” She tried to say but couldn’t form the words.

This had to be a dream, she thought. No way in a thousand years could this have been real.

Looking down at her attire, she noticed other radical differences. No longer was she wearing her clothes from earlier. Now she was wearing the large UNT shirt she slept in the night of the outbreak. Teresa then noticed that the scars on her legs had disappeared as well. She ran her fingers over where they should have been before a noise pulled her to the present. With great caution she walked to door and walked out.

“Hey there, sleepy head.” Jenna greeted her as she flipped through channels on the T.V. “For a second there I thought you were gonna sleep the day away.”

“Jenna…?” Teresa almost fell back. “You’re dead--how…?”

“Dead? I’m not dead.” She laughed before looking her over. “Jeez, Teresa. You look like you haven’t slept in a year. Did’ya have a bad dream or something?”

“I…I guess I did.” She lied, still not trusting this as reality. It was obvious something was very wrong and the best way to figure out what was to play along.

“Must’ve been some dream if it made you forget to put on pants.” Jenna smiled and looked away, raising her hand to block out Teresa’s lower half. “Please tell me you have panties on this time. We wouldn’t want what happened last week to repeat itself now would we.”

Ignoring her old friend, she marched across the room and threw open the front door to head across the hall to David’s. Despite everything pointing to him being different as well as the rest of the world, she still hoped he remembered. That they were both experiencing this together. The fear that none of what happened over the past two years took place was too much to bear. After knocking on his door for the fifth time a woman’s voice to her left spoke.

“He’s not home right now, Teresa.” The familiar voice told her.

Looking over she saw that it was none other than Michelle beside her. She didn’t look all that different than the last time she had seen her right before she pulled a gun on David. They stood there for a second staring at each other, Teresa to bewildered to say or do anything at all.