Author's Note: This is just a very short beginning to the Cataclysm fic. I'm going to write more chapters for it, I just need to plan what I'm going to do next. :P

*Disclaimer: No characters, settings, events or anything that appears in this fic is owned by me. It is the property of Terry Nation, his publishers, the British Broadcasting Company, and their affiliates. Not me. No copyright infringement intended.*

SPOILER ALERT - Spoilers for the Survivors Season 1 finale. If you haven't seen that episode, this fic will ruin it for you. =(

~Thanks for Reading, Hope you Enjoy my Fic!~

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Survivors Fanfic - Post Finale, Pt. I

"Cataclysm"

In just under a minute, Abby Grant had been seized by a bunch of men in gas masks, and whisked away in a helicopter bound for who-knows-where, leaving behind nothing but a bullet in Greg and a shocked silence between the rest of the stunned survivors. As Abby's frightened screams ceased suddenly (she had been knocked unconscious when the men in masks threw her roughly into the truck), the other survivors' minds were wreaked with confusion and disbelief.

There was a moment, when everything seemed as still and calm as though the kidnapping had never taken place, that the remaining survivors stood in stunned silence as they tried to think of a reason why innocent, conventional Abby was taken while the rest of them were spared.

They tried not to think of the loss of Abby, their leader, for it was a heavy blow that would only inflict further pain upon them, well-meaning people that had lost everything because of the virus, but had thought their lives were about to turn around for the better.

The numb silence was broken when Anya rushed over to Greg's side and tried to suppress the steady flow of blood and keep him conscious at the same time. He was shot in the shoulder, bleeding badly, but still alive.

"Tom," called Anya, trying to be brave and calm for Greg's sake. "I could use your help over here."

Tom turned white when he saw the severity of his friend's injury, and stayed rooted to the spot.

"Tom, please! I need your jacket to make a tourniquet for Greg," Anya ordered, with greater urgency. Seeing Tom's blank expression, she hastily explained, "It'll stop the bleeding. Now please, cover the wound while I tie this around him."

Tom obeyed, and took his shirt off as well so that he could fashion it into a pillow for Greg. "Just relax, buddy," he soothed as Greg groaned, "the doc's going to have you good as new in no time." Anya nodded her thanks, but did not smile.

As Anya held the tourniquet in place, biting her lip thoughtfully, Tom frowned. "What about the bullet?"

"What about it?" replied Anya, stoically, without even looking at Tom. She was obviously in cryptic-doctor mode.

"Well, I'm no MD or anything, but surely you're going to have to remove it, aren't you?" asked Tom gently, so as not to worry Greg.

Anya looked Tom straight in the eyes, this time her eyes were hard. "Now is not the time nor the place," she told him firmly. "Once the bleeding stops, we'll carry him gently back to the house, and I'll perform the surgery there." She looked away from Tom and put on a tough facade, even though she was really quite frightened. Without the proper medical tools, there was so much that could go wrong. If she removed the bullet now, Greg could bleed even worse, possibly to death. If she left it in, it would poison him, and he would die. Either way, without a clean environment or the proper antibiotics, he would get a horrible infection and die a slow and painful death.

Tom looked uneasily at Greg, who was lying with his eyes closed. "D'you think you can save him?" he asked flatly.

Anya looked back at him with a flicker of determination in her eyes. "I'll do everything I can."

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Author's Note: There are so many different ways I could take this story, my fingers are tingling with possibilities. Another chapter should be up in a couple days or so. =) In the meantime, how about a review? Haha. :P Seriously though, any feedback is always appreciated. =)

(to be continued)