Chapter Thirty-Five
"Hello there, Max," Joey spat, no longer smiling. His eyes were like daggers. "Joey, what the...how are you even..." Max stuttered, not able to believe his eyes. Joey was barely recognisable as he removed his hooded robes fully. There were chunks missing from his arms, legs and torso, and bite marks everywhere. You could see where clickers had sunk their teeth in and torn away his skin and flesh. Not an inch of his body had escaped pain; even the parts untouched by teeth were scratched and ripped to pieces. His face was disfigured, his left cheek significantly lower than the right. A large piece of it was missing and it looked to have been stitched up desperately. His hair was patchy, and his scalp red from where the hair had been torn from its roots. Max wasn't sure he would have reco
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