The small town of Fall's end was way too quiet. Olivia had been summoned here, by John Seed himself none-the-less. She moved silently through the back valleys of the city in an attempt to get the drop on the Gucci-loving monster. She could hear the church bells ringing in the distance, calling for her to come forward. She checked her pistol, the loyal sidearm that had gotten her so far. The magazine was full, and ready to go.

"Hey, stay safe, you hear? John Seed is royally pissed with you. So you better watch your back, don't let them corner you." Dutch advised over the radio.

"I know what I'm doing." Olivia swiftly replied as she came up to the church. Woah she thought, as she observed the crows nailed to the door of the church. She debated with herself about how she should approach the situation at hand.

Finally, she did as she always did. She confronted it head on. She stepped up the church steps and grabbed the handle of the door. Just as soon as she opened the door, she was greeted with stock of a firearm. The cultist hit her hard, enough to make her vision blurry and make her body go limp. She drifted in and out of consciousness.

She woke up to a sight she definitely did not want to see. A boot planted firmly on her collarbone, it belonged to a cultist who pointed their rifle point blank at her face. Suddenly, a strange sting feeling nipping at her chest. She looked away from the rifle and saw the face of John Seed himself, busy with his own work. She grabbed his arm, while grunting at the sting.

"I wouldn't do that. Haven't you ever heard that tattoos are permanent? If you want this look good when you are old, then I would suggest lying still. I want to get this right." John suggested and looked deep into her eyes. With the fear that it could turn out worse for her, she obliged to let him finish his work.

"Very good. Once the sin is exposed, we can work towards absolving it. That's what you want, isn't it deputy?" John asked with a very cocky voice. Sounding way too smug for his own good.

She tried to wiggle herself free, but the cultists had been firm in her grip on her. She felt the sting of the tattoo gun, and cursed herself for being stupid enough to take the front door on the way in. She hoped for some sort of miracle, anything that could bring her out of this misery. Whatever higher being that was in power must have found it funny to escalate things.

The sound of the sirens going off was enough to make John Seed stop his tattooing, he looked around confused, and, to her credit, Olivia did try to take advantage of the situation. But the cultist's boot was unyielding, they didn't move unless told to do so. John's radio went off, buzzing with several different people trying to reach him.

"Brother! It is happening. Get to the gate as fast as you can. Prepare for God's righteous fury" It was Joseph's voice that echoed throughout the small church. John's expression kept changing with each passing second, but at last, he laughed. He laughed like a madman. Olivia looked confused.

"Well Deputy, seems like we will have to continue this at the bunker. It's a shame, but the Father's words finally became true, as I knew they would." He smiled, and gestured for his guards to wrap things up. Olivia was quickly placed in handcuffs, and forced to walk outside with a gun at the back of her head.

Jerking her cuff in a futile attempt to break free, the deputy tried to make her capture and escort as hard as possible for the cult. She was also ninety-five percent certain that the Seeds had been fucking with her, that there was no collapse, that the sirens were nothing more than an attempt to scare them. She tried to kick back at the cultist's leg, but was unsuccessful in doing so.

That was, of course, until she stepped outside. A loud bang caught her attention, and blinded her instantly. Her mind was working on full drive to figure out what had just happened. Her mind couldn't accept the truth Eden's gate had been filling her and everyone else with. There was no way that a bomb just went off, had there? Olivia looked over at John, and saw probably the biggest grin she had ever seen in her life planted on his face. There was confusion, just as there was silence. No one said anything, the world had suddenly stopped.

Mary May, Pastor Jerome and Nick were suddenly gone, and she got scared. Had they left her behind? Had they been killed? The cultists were busy almost cheering in a sick way. The world they hated had ended; the world they wanted had arrived. Olivia realized this was a chance to escape, a chance to escape to a bunker where she could ride it out with Nick and the others. The cultists were not looking, they were too busy… Celebrating?

Olivia took the chance, took the opportunity. Her hands might have been cuffed behind the back, but as long as her legs were free, she could run like hell. Run until whatever was happening was gone. It had to be a lie of some sort, or it had to be a dream of some sort… Or a bliss hallucination… Perhaps Faith had finally fried her mind?

But, as it turned out, none of it mattered. Just as she tried to run off, John grabbed her shoulder roughly. Her mind threw caution to the wind and used whatever strength was left in her body to yank herself free. John's grip did not yield to her efforts however. "LET ME GO SHITHEAD!" She yelled, and tried to kick him with her legs.

"My my my… Deputy, you are really owning up to that wrath." He laughed as he forced her on the ground. "Let's take this to the gate." John ordered with a smirk as he forced the deputy in to the back of the white pickup truck. She didn't make it easy for him, every step of the way to the pickup truck she fought, she dug her heels in, she spitted in his face. She looked around desperately for any of her friends, or anyone who could help her.

But, John was firm in his quest. He almost dragged her by her ponytail, forcing her into the pickup. But he was in denial if he thought she was done there. She continued to resist, and she would resist to the end of time itself. She kicked the driver's seat in an attempt to stop it, to make it crash. She was not going back to the bunker.

John's radio came to life again. "Brother, are you alright?" It was the first time Olivia ever had heard worry in Jacob's voice. The first time, in fact, that she had heard actual human emotion from the mountain man.

"Yes, I'm transporting the dep-yuu-tee to my gate." He almost sings it, with a smile covering half his lower face.

"Good, the Father settled in Faith's gate. But, he'll take the tunnel to your gate soon… If you can keep the deputy on ice until then." Jacob replied, back to the usual commanding voice.

"Not to worry, I do believe our deputy wants to catch up with Hudson. She won't be going anywhere." John remarked as he leaned back in his seat, despite the driver going 110 miles through the back roads of Holland valley in order to get to the bunker in time. Olivia went limp as she heard Hudson being name dropped… What had happened to her? What will happen to her? Now, fear finally began to settle in.

Suddenly, the world was on fire, and it all seemed to real to her. Suddenly, she felt hopeless. It all seemed way too real. She had stopped her fighting, and slowly felt tears threatening to spill over. She forced them back down; she would not give him the satisfaction.

What about Nick, Kim and their baby? What about Eli and the whitetails? What about the sheriff and the prison? What about all the people she had helped, and those who had helped her? She didn't know, and she was afraid of being in the unknown. There were so many things running through her brain.

While her mind ran deeper into the rabbit hole, they had pulled up to John's gate. She didn't fight, but she didn't fully comply. She simply… She was simply lost in her own world. She only heard snippets of what being said. But the damning thing? She heard the bunker door close behind her. It felt like an Exclamation mark, somehow a chapter ended with a closure she didn't want.

She didn't do anything, she couldn't think, she almost couldn't breathe. How could the air feel so… tight? Like no matter how much she breathed, she could never fill her lungs up. She had to be dreamed, this was just a horrible nightmare. She would wake up, and she would be fine.

She thought of many things, she thought of her parents, her sister. She hoped they were safe back in Iowa. That was a fly over state, right? No one cared to nuke that… Right? Then again… Montana was not densely populated, and had no strategic value. Oh god… What if it was God's fire that had cleansed the earth?

No… Joseph was a mad man. He had simply read between the lines, he had simply seen the news. There was no way in hell. She tried to rationalize it, tried to find meaning where… Where there might not be any. She was guided down. They descended deep within the bunker. She could feel John's hand on her shoulder, slowly pushed her forward. Her mind began to come back in to reality, and saw the bunker in complete chaos. She didn't want to admit it, but…

She was scared. She really was. She was once again placed in a chair within the red room. John had seen the mistake the last time she was there, and had now upgraded to stationary chair. Her hands were still cuffed behind her. John was whistling as he prepared the room for something. She had already atoned… Right? He had already violated her skin, what more did he want?

She should slap herself; this was John Seed she was dealing with. The man had built a career on wanting more. His entire operation in Holland Valley had been built on greed. The man was like… The opposite of what Eden's gate stood for.

"Well, Deputy. Here we are." John said as he leaned up against his tool table. Olivia wanted nothing more than to break free from her chains and punch the smug smile straight off John Seed's face. But, she kept quiet, she kept eye contact. She would not let him win, not this easily.

"I must admit, the collapse came sooner than I expected. But, as always, the father kept his word. How does it feel?" John asked, his voice was mocking in every sense of the word.

"Fuck you." Olivia snarled as she kept trying to yank her free. "You fuckers got lucky. Let me out NOW!" She felt the fury built up inside her, and with all her might, she used that power to break free. But, she underestimated stainless steel. John laughed again, with that horrible voice of his.

"7 years, Deputy. We'll have all the time in the world to get to know each other. Don't worry-" John leaned in real close to her face. "-You will atone, and when the doors finally open, you will be worthy of the New Eden we will be building together." John whispered into her ears. She head-butted him, and granted him a bloody nose in the process.

His expression turned into full fury. He locked his hands around her throat, and tightened his grip. "How many times do I have to tell you, DEPUTY? You will confess! YOU WILL ATONE! And..." He calmed down a bit. "-And you will walk through the gate with us, Hudson too." He smirked. Olivia remained quiet.

"The Father will come, and you better be ready for him. He is the one that deemed you worthy in the first place. But, in the meantime, I think there is one matter we left unattended." John mentioned as he went back to the tool table. He picked up a knife and slowly sharpened the knife in question. He whistled creepily throughout the process.

"So… Let's get to work." He smiled as he walked over to Olivia, and ripped the top part of her shirt off. "If you had welcomed Eden's gate into your heart, then we wouldn't have to do this." John explained while looking deeply into her eyes. "But, I'm sure this will change your tune." He smiled as he began to peel at the skin.

She screamed.