Author's Note: I hope you guys like this chapter! I think I like it more than the first.

WARNING: This fic contains dark themes, mainly including violence. If you're a weenie or don't want to see character death, turn back now. There is no death yet, but there will be!

Disclaimer: I do not own The Amazing World of Gumball!

Shock. The words that Anais had spoken sent her brother into a state of silent horror. How could that be? How had he fallen into a coma? He took a deep and shaky breath, trying to calm his racing heartbeat. If he had truly gone into a coma, what had become of the people around him? Why were they so beat up? Where was Darwin? And Richard?

"W-What?" he stammered. "But how?"

Anais' eyes flicked over to Nicole, then back at her brother. She took a seat beside him on the soft hospital bed, fingers playing with the sheets. "If anyone can tell you what happened and do it right, it'd be Mom." She looked at Nicole once more, and this time Gumball looked, too.

The woman in the doorway, that blue feline. It wasn't hard to tell who it was, but she stilled looked so… different. She looked older. Not too much older, of course, she would never allow herself to appear as an old lady. But she did look tired, that was for sure. She had bags under her eyes and a small smile on her face. Her face… there was a long, intimidating scar on her right eye that reached her cheek. The eye was pale and cloudy, and for some reason it sent a chill running down the feline's spine.

"Honey," Nicole said with a smile as she walked over to him. She wasn't as excited to see him awake as he wished.

"Mom?" He asked the question as if he was unsure if the blue cat standing before him was actually his mother.

"Yes, sweetie?"

"What happened?" Gumball stared at her with frightened eyes, but they were also full of curiosity. What could have pitched him into such a state for six whole years?

Nicole's eyes were sympathetic and laced with pain. She almost seemed to have flinched when the question left his mouth. "You see, Gumball… alright. I'll tell you everything I know. I learned most of it from Miss Simian, years ago. Don't interrupt the story, alright? When it began….

It was a normal day at school. Gumball was in class, doing class work while Miss Simian shouted at the class in that shrill, torturous voice of her. Each syllable pierced his eardrums, making him grit his teeth and push down on his pencil with unneeded force.

"Do you want extra homework?" she threatened, standing behind her desk, hands pressed on the surface of the wood and eyes scanning the classroom wildly for an answer.

"No!" That was Tobias.

"Then get to work!"

Gumball groan with annoyance and scribbled messily on his paper. He hated homework, and that crazy old chimp already gave them way too much. The last thing he needed was more.

The class fell silent, and, for once, one could hear a pen drop.

"Wait… d'you hear that?"

The whisper of Gumball's goldfish brother, Darwin, shattered the silence like thin eyes.

"Gumball! Stop talking!" Miss Simian shrieked, slamming her hands down on her desk and sending a paper or two fluttering to the floor.

"It wasn't m-"

"Detention!"

Gumball let out a very loud, angry sigh.

"No, I hear it, too," Tina growled.

"Yeah, me too," agreed Carrie.

"You're all hearing things," Miss Simian snapped. "Now back to work or you'll all be joining Gumball in detention!"

The children fell silent once again, knowing that spoken words would result in unwanted punishment. But as they continued on with their class work, a high pitched whistle and a faint rumbling reached the ears of the teacher.

"What is that?" Miss Simian demanded, looking around the classroom. "Whoever is doing that had better stop this instant!"

The class looked around, but no source of the whistling and rumbling, but nothing could be found. Gumball found himself staring out of the window. It sounded like it was coming form outside. As time passed, the sound grew louder and louder until it filled the entire room with a noise even more painful that Miss Simian's voice, stabbing Gumball's eardrums and making him hiss with pain.

That was when the P.A. clicked on. "Students and staff, please evacuate the building as quickly and calmly as possible!" The voice was hardly audible over the whistling, but the students still heard it.

That set off an uproar. Every student in the classroom automatically began screaming and running out of the door at the same time.

"What's going on?" Miss Simian shouted, doing her best to get her voice over the whistling, which had drowned out both the rumbling and the teacher.

Gumball was the last to escape. Penny and Darwin were dragged out with the frightened crowd and therefore could not help him. The blue cat raced down the halls of the school, following more groups of students and staff alike. By the time he reached the front doors, it was too late. He stepped outside, stopping dead in his tracks. He opened his mouth to scream, but the explosion went off much too quickly and cut his inhaling off. Green mist flooded out of the bomber plane and flooded the ground like eerie waters, a stench like burning rubber and gasoline filling Gumball's nose. Gumball was already passing out, his ears ringing and body racked with pain. Not only had the explosion thrown him backwards into a crumbling school, but he had hit a wall with a tremendous amount of force.

The world began to fade and Gumball could hear a tiny voice above the ringing of his ears calling to him, sounding miles away.

"…And that was where I found you," Nicole finished. "Trapped in a damaged building with nobody else to be found."

Gumball could feel faint memories being ignited in his mind as he recalled some of the details in his mother's story. "But how come?" he asked. "Why did that even happen?"

"Because," Nicole said, looking away from her son. "Some… Some people are just bad."

Gumball was not satisfied by her answer. He knew that she wasn't telling him details on purpose. "Where are the others?"

It was Anais' turn to speak. "Back at base. Nobody but us knows you're here. We should take you back and then fill you in on what's going on."

"Why not here and now?" insisted her brother.

"What Anais says goes," Tobias snapped, grabbing the blue cat by his scrawny arms and hefting him to his feet on solid ground, giving him a bit of support to balance himself. "Let's move."

"Why does she call the shots?" Gumball snapped, glaring at the rainbow lass.

Tobias shot back an equally pointed look. "Because she's the-"

A shake from the head from Nicole shut him up instantly. With a sigh and a rub of the back of his head, he said in a more relaxed tone, "Just get a move on it, sleeping beauty."

Gumball sent him one last glare and went on his way, following behind his mother as they exited the hospital room. He paused for a moment when she stopped at a corner down the empty white hall and watched with shock as she picked up a few guns from a table.

Guns.

"What are those for…?" he asked cautiously.

"Here," she said, ignoring his question with a worried smile. "Take this." She pushed a heavy weapon into his tired, weak arms and he collapsed to the floor underneath it. Of course, she helped him up, and then turned to give Tobias and Anais weapons of their own.

"You'll need it," Tobias said as a reply when Gumball sent him a questioning glance.

Gumball did not like what was going on. Sure, it was exciting, but it was way too creepy. With a nervous grunt, he adjusted the gun in his hands and followed Tobias, his mother, and his sister through the hospital. It was completely and utterly empty.

He paused at the doors behind the little group, glancing around the empty lobby and then at the deadly firearm in his hands. Then, only seconds later, the group turned to him.

"Ready?" Anais asked.

"Yeah," replied Gumball. He and the group turned back to the door and stepped outside.

The sight that met his eyes was absolutely horrifying.