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Chapter One:

The Beginning

Finn watches helplessly as his mother paces back and forth, her hands frictionally rubbing together in anxiety. He analyzes her movements, his eyes stinging with fearful tears. "Mom?" he questions, his voice hoarse from distress.

Carole instantly stops her routine, turning slowly on her heels to look at her son. Her eyes fill with despair as she walks over to him on the dusty bed, her body shaking violently. "Honey, I want you to pay very close attention to what I have to say okay?"

Finn gulps harshly, giving one firm nod. Carole exhales chokingly, pinching his cheeks in her shuddering hands. "I want you to get out of this house alright? I want you to leave, try to get out of Lima, find a place where the government still has control over their city." Tears leak willingly down her face, and she did nothing to hide the evidence of her distress.

"It's getting worse isn't it?" Finn mumbles, staring at his mother knowingly, "pretty soon all the people who voted for Burt will be dead, Sue's army would have killed them all." He shifts on his small mattress, facing his mother with a hint of hope.

"We'll get out of here though right mom?"

Carole freezes, her expression torn with grief. She stares up at Finn, extending a warm hand against his cheek. "You voted for Burt didn't you?" he whispers through unmoving lips, "that's why you want me gone, because they'll come after you won't they?"

She sobs silently in front of him, and the weight of Finn's heart maximized at the realization of his mother's fate. He shakes his head in bewilderment, tears edging on the brim of his eyes. "No, no mom I'm not leaving you to fend for yourself, I'm not leaving Lima yet, and I have to fix it. I can fight them mom, I can volunteer for military," he exasperates, a glint of hope shinning through his solid expression. Carole shakes her head at him, crying harshly into her hands. "The only military that exists now is Sue's army Finn, she took over everything," she bawled.

"No, no there has to be a way, there's always a way mom, please, don't make me leave, please." Tears track down his cheeks, his voice dry from panic. "They'll take me away mom, they'll bring me to an orphanage, and I can't live there, I need to be wherever you are, somewhere I can feel safe," he stutters.

A sudden crash of glass rings through the interior of Finn's small room, rattling from the same level as them. Carole looks at him anxiously, panic swelling at her emotions. "Finn, I need you to leave, now."

Another burst echoes throughout them, sounding like the shatter of a window. "Finn, go now, go through the door downstairs, and I want you to run until you can't breath anymore, even if you've lost all hope, I want you to keep running, do you hear me?" she rasps, her breath coming in shortly and quickly.

"No, I told you I'm not leaving – "

Another crash, but this time, footsteps could be heard banging against the wood of the room down the hall. He snaps towards his mother, whose eyes was suddenly fluttering closed in preparation for what was about to happen. "Please don't die," he whispers brokenly. Her eyes flickers open at his words, covered with red and wetness. Instead of saying the promise what he wanted to hear, she whispers very softly, very weakly, "you were the best son a woman could ask for."

And that's when she pushes him from the bed, ignoring his strong and loud protests as she shoved him out of the room, locking the door behind her. "NO! MOM!" he yells, slamming his fists against the wooden frame. He backs up, failing miserably as he attempted to break the door open, ramming his shoulder in contact with the hard wood. "MOM!"

"Give me your name."

Finn's yells falters at the sound of a soldier's voice, his tone rough and raspy. He collects his tears with his hands as he laid his ear against the door, listening contently. "C-Carole Hudson," he hears his mother stammer.

And then a gunshot rings.

All was silent, no words were spoken, no breaths were taken, all that could be heard was the loud impact made as Carole Hudson's dead body fell to the floor. Finn's lips part in disbelief, his mind racing in adrenaline. Sobs threaten to break from his throat, but nothing was coming out, he didn't know what to feel.

A sticky substance swarms around his feet and he looks down, gasping in horror as his mother's blood surrounds him with the reminder of her being gone. His mouth gapes open in grief, staring at the thick water below him.

"Did you hear that?"

Finn's head snaps up in panic as the voice of a different soldier echo throughout the small place he once called home. He takes a step backwards, his eyes shutting in frustration as his action causes the wooden floor to squeak below him.

"Search the house, there's someone here."

Not caring about the impact of his footsteps, Finn feels himself lunge towards the staircase, his mind set in defense. He runs down the stairs of the house, landing the last step with a final jump. He hears the door that belonged to the room of the grouped soldiers break open, flying itself off it hinges.

"CAPTURE HIM AND BREAK HIM TO THE ORPHANAGE!" he hears a soldier yell, pointing his gun at Finn's back. Finn bulks, his hands sweating as he reaches forward, pulling the front door open.

The thick air of the March night buzz Finn's senses as he steps outside from the deadly building behind him. He runs along the sidewalk of his destroyed street, not bothering to pay attention to the oddly silent atmosphere he received. Only one thing was set in his mind: survival.

Two muscular arms wound around Finn's chest from behind, immediately stopping him in the tracks of his escape. He growls in protest, feeling the soldier's nails dig firmly into his skin. "Get off of me," he hisses, fighting against his iron cage around his body.

"Woah, calm down," the male says from behind him. Finn pauses, hearing the sincerity in his voice. The man's grip on him loosens at his new posture, rigid and upright. He turns towards the man who was holding him, his eyes widening as he notices his oddly shaved mohawk, not the military helmet he was expecting.

"What happened? I was out and I heard these gunshots," the man murmurs, through he wasn't really much of a man, he looked the exact same age as Finn.

Finn stares idly at him, his eyes drooping to a lazy gaze. The male steps forward, his expression set solidly in a frown. "Are you okay?"

The next thing Finn remembers was his head hitting the cold concrete of the sidewalk.

Dampness presses against the top of Finn's head, a course of pain electrifying at the sudden pressure. He attempts to open his heavy eyes, but it was too painful, he was just too weak. If he opened them, all he would be able to see was the image of his mother's surrounding blood, closing in on him.

Finn's mind races in acceleration at thought of his dead relative, a silent sob releasing from his dry lips. He feels something, someone, stiffen beside him, their rigid form pressing against his body.

His heart freezes at the sudden action, the thought of being in the same room as one of the soldiers who killed his mother awakening his damaged heart. His eyes snap open instantly, widening at the image of a small girl kneeling in front of him.

Fear bubbles inside his heaving chest, his head pounding at the uncertainties of the unfamiliar room. He sits up quickly, the action causing an ache to flash through his crowded mind. "Sh, it's okay, you're safe here," she whispers softly, continuing to press a damp cloth to his forehead.

Finn stares at her idly, his eyes analyzing her narrow face. Her long, brown hair rested in front of her, tangled in uncared knots. His lips part slightly in shock at the scratches against her pale skin, covering her face with an image of a survivor. Her eyes focus on her menstruations to his head, her soft fingers brushing against the short beads of his hair.

Finn hisses lowly at her touch, the contact sending unwanted shivers down his spine. She looks towards him, her eyelashes flapping against the skin of her cheekbones. "You hit your head pretty hard," the girl explains, tilting her chin beside the patch of blood stained on the pillow his head was resting on. "We almost had to use all of our supplies to keep you from bleeding to death."

She leans away from him, settling the cloth on the blanket beneath them. Finn's eyes never leave her face as she straightens her ripped shirt, pulling her hair back behind her. "I'm Rachel by the way," she introduces, extending a dirty hand towards him. He freezes, his arms locking at his side.

"It's okay, you don't have to be scared," Rachel whispers, a small smile itching her features. Finn gulps harshly, meeting her hand halfway in a comfortable shake.

He pulls his hand back, bringing it against his side. Rachel sighs heavily, turning her head to the side of the small room. "Puck," she calls, "I think you should come here."

Footsteps can be heard from the other side of the warehouse, as the same man, 'Puck' appears in doorframe of the small room, his arms crossed over his pumped chest. Finn bulks, remembering the events that led them to their meeting. He scrambles nervously on the blanket, fearful sighs escaping his dry mouth.

Rachel turns towards him, her eyes full with concern. "Hey, hey it's okay, he won't hurt you, we're not the enemies," she soothes, releasing the rigid tension in his expression. He exhales deeply, his eyes focusing on the bulked man in front of them.

"Don't allow the others to see him yet, he's still in shock," Rachel mumbles, her voice soft and low. Puck nods his head firmly, taking a step towards the pair on the floor. "Keep him here for the next few days, he's obviously not strong enough to provide us with anything."

Rachel nods in agreement, turning back to Finn. "You're going to have to stay here for a while okay? I'll explain everything you need to know when you feel better," she whispers, "right now, you just need to understand that you're safe, and that the military won't find us here. The chances of them coming and bringing us to an orphanage are very slim, so right now, please just rest and keep your strength, you'll need it to survive."

Finn shakes his head in complication, his lips parting confusedly. "A-are you an orphan?" he stutters, his mouth dry from the lack of using his voice.

Rachel sniffles lowly, looking away with misty eyes. "We all are, each of our parents are dead," she whispers. She stares at him, smiling sadly as a single tear falls from her swollen eyes.

"You're not alone, even in these violent times, even in dangerous periods like this, you could never be alone."

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