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****This chapter is a filler, I felt that I was rushing the plot a little and I wanted to show how it was like when the apocalypse started from the viewpoint of Beca and her mother.

WARNING: This chapter has abuse on main character.

Beca is 17 yrs old in beginning flashback.

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Mauerbauertraurigkeit- The inexplicable urge to push people away, even close friends who you really like.

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3 years Before Apocalypse

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Beca quickly clicked the save button on her mixing software and shut the lid of her laptop after making sure it saved on her jump stick.

She shoved the sleek silver device in the top drawer in her dull and faded cherry oak nightstand. She placed next to it's charger and next to her notebook that was filled mix ideas.

Beca heard the telltale sounds of heavy footsteps coming up the old and rickety stairs.

Her father had arrived home.

She hurriedly snatched one of her school textbooks, Physics, and rushed to her small desk.

Placing the textbook on her desk, she flipped the book open to a random page, and tried to make it look like she was studying.

Her door was slammed open, hinges squeaking loudly, and hit the wall, no doubt leaving a mark.

Beca's father, Henry, stomped his way into her room. It was obvious that he was drunk, again.

She turned in her chair, swiveling around to face him.

His red-brown hair was greasy and long, needing a trimmed soon. His eyes were darker than Beca's and glassy from the amount of alcohol he had consumed. His face was untrimmed and he had a black eye.

Shit, Beca realized, He probably lost another poker game.

And she knew what would happen next. Whenever her father lost poker games, which was always, or he thought Beca hadn't done something to his liking, he got mad and punished her, Like Beca was the cause for all his troubles.

She pulled the headphones off of her ears and slung them around her neck, giving him her full attention and hoping to just be able to get back to her mixing quickly.

"Beca!"

He father barked, his voice horribly slurred and piercing.

"What did you make me for dinner!?"

He asked this, almost as if he already knew that I had forgotten about making his dinner.

"..Nothing yet, sir. I was just finishing studying for Physics in case I had any pop quizzes."

Beca's voice was flat and toneless, it had become her normal way of speaking after learning that her father didn't like her 'attitude' no matter how she talked.

His face grew angry, and he stomped over to where Beca resided in her desk chair.

Beca flinched as he slammed his right hand on the desk near her, making the pencils in her mug rattle.

"Well you better be making me some soon! And it had better be good!"

Again he demandingly yelled, his voice cracking towards the end from strain on his voice.

Her father squinted, looking like he was trying to remember something. In his drunken state it took him a minute but he finally voiced his question.

"What did you get on your math exam last Tuesday?"

Beca gulped.

Math. It was one of her worst subjects, so she'd never had anything higher than a B in it.

Beca considered lying about her score, seeing as it was way less than satisfactory, but she dismissed the idea. After all, if he went to check her grade online, he would see that she lied and would be even angrier.

Beca gulped loudly and tensed.

"...I got a 78%.."

Her voice was shaky and quiet, already knowing what would come next.

Her words took effect immediately.

Her father's face grew angry and he lunged towards her.

Beca pushed her chair back as a reflex, unable to think of the repercussions of her actions.

If possible, his face grew even angrier, and he stomped towards her.

"Beca, you know what happens when you don't get an A on something.."

He stood in front of her now, looming over her.

Before Beca could blink or move away his hand flashed out and struck her.

Her face snapped to the side from the force of the blow, her cheek stinging immediately after the impact.

She let out a strained whimper of pain, knowing that he didn't like it when she was too loud when he punished her.

His fingers forcefully grabbed her chin, turning her face towards him.

"Look at me!"

He followed his words with another slap.

Her face snapped to the side again, barely missing the wall this time.

Her face was turned in his direction again, and she saw the malicious grin on his face.

He yanked Beca out of the chair, throwing her to the ground.

Her head smacked against the ground, making her vision grow black for a moment before returning with black spots.

The right side of her face where he had backhanded her stung, and where her head had impacted the ground throbbed.

She laid there hoping that he would maybe think she was unconscious and take mercy on her.

Of course she was wrong.

He kicked her stomach after stating coldly,"Wake up, I'm not done with you."

After a few more kicks and her vision growing darker by the second, she coughed up blood.

She almost sighed in relief, it was a blessing in disguise because he would have to stop soon because he didn't like wasting money for her, so he didn't want to have to send her to the hospital.

As her father was delivering the last kick, she faintly heard the door to her room open and a gasp.

Because she was on the floor and she didn't have the energy to look up, so she could only see the person's shoes.

Her father turned around, gazing at whoever had walked in.

He immediately stepped away from Beca, as if the person wouldn't realize what he had been doing.

"Oh my God...Beca."

Wait...She recognized that voice, it was her mom. She had to get her away from her dad.

"Mom.." she coughed out, "Run."

That was the last thing she remembered before falling limp and passing out.

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3 weeks Before Apocalypse

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Beca grimaced as her suitcase popped open again.

"Stupid thing won't shut," she muttered.

After failing to close her suitcase a couple more times she gave up and tossed it onto the ground angrily, it's contents spilling out onto the floor.

Her mom her the thump and came up to her room.

She knocked on Beca's door and walked in, taking a seat next to Beca on her bed.

Concern shone on her mom's face, Beca had been like this the past week.

"Beca," her mom said cautiously, "What's wrong honey?"

Beca's mom didn't push, knowing that if she did Beca would completely shut her out.

Beca sighed. She was stressed about leaving to LA in a few weeks.

How would she pay for the bills?

What if she wasn't good enough and she didn't get to be a DJ?

What would she do then?

But this wasn't the only cause of her troubles. She was worried because she was going to tell her mom something very important to Beca, she was going to come out as bi to her mom.

She was stressed because she worried if her mom would disown her or abandon her because of it.

But remembering her mom, she realized that it wasn't likely to happen, and that her mom would most likely support her.

Beca gulped and searched her head for the words to say.

Turning up with nothing, she decided to just wing it.

"..Mom?"

Beca's voice was tight and nerve filled, giving away her mood.

The concern on her mom's face grew even more if possible, and a frown blossomed on her lips.

"Beca, you know you can talk to me right?"

Her mom's voice was a little on the desperate side, as if Beca didn't know that already.

"Yeah," she swallowed the lump in her throat, "I wanted to tell you something.."

She took a deep breath, gathering her courage, and finally admitted what was lingering in her mind.

"I'm bi, at least I think I am."

After verbalizing her previous secret, she squeezed her eyes shut, already prepared for rejection.

"Oh Beca honey, I already knew."

Beca was startled at that and her head flew up towards her mom.

"What, how?!"

Beca inquired, her eyes wide.

"Well, you weren't exactly subtle."

Her mom admitted.

"You occasionally mentioned a boy when I asked you if you like anyone. But your blush gave you away whenever I joked about if you saw any cute girls."

"Oh.." Beca whispered.

She hadn't realized her mom had known. She'd thought that if her mom had found out she would act like her dad.

Beca recounted the events that occurred around three years ago.

After her mother had found out that her ex-husband, Beca's father, had been abusing her, she'd immediately called the police.

He was taken away and put into prison after that with a long sentence for child abuse and neglect and for being caught stealing from multiple people.

After that Beca hadn't seen anymore of him, and was glad of that.

It had taken her a while to warm up to her mom, but eventually they were inseparable.

Beca later moved in with her mom back in Virginia.

Shaking her head to dismiss her thoughts, she gazed up at her mom gratefully.

Beca's thank you was spoken silently.

"Let me help you with packing, lest you throw something else."

Her mom joked, although her voice had a slightly sad lilt to it.

Her mother had voiced how she was happy that Beca was going to pursue her dreams, but she was sad that Beca was leaving and wouldn't be as close.

Beca sighed at this but knelt down next to her mom to help her pick up the discarded items on the floor.

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Day of Apocalypse

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"Shit!"

Beca cursed after dropping her suitcase on her foot.

"Language!"

She heard her mom yell. It was a running joke between them because they both cussed as much as the other.

Beca reached down for the suitcase and picked it up, and after making sure she had a firm hold on it, continued carrying it out to their living room so it would be easier to put into the car when it was time for her to leave.

Today was the day.

The day that Beca was leaving for the Airport.

They had both decided that her mom would drive her to the Airport to drop her off and say their last goodbyes.

Beca sighed, she wasn't exactly thrilled about leaving her mom alone. Since her mom had taken her in after her father, they had always been together. They would both be sad about her leaving to LA.

But this didn't stop Beca. She had to do this for herself, she wanted to finally be able to do what she wanted without being told she couldn't because she wasn't good enough.

Her flight was at 12pm so they would leave the house at 10am to grab a quick breakfast.

It was currently 8:32 so she had about an hour and a half left.

*One Hour Later*

Beca smiled as she took her last look around the house, taking in the pictures of Beca and her mom smiling.

Her favorite one was from when it was Beca's birthday and her mom had bought her the expensive headphones she'd really wanted. She'd thanked her mom excessively and immediately started using them.

Beca's mom walked into the living room, carrying Beca's bag of CDs, and placed it on the blue armchair by the TV.

"Beca, I think we should leave now. I checked the traffic reports and they said that the roads were really backed up."

Her voice was sad and regretful.

"Okay."

Beca said simply.

In no time Beca and her mom had all of Beca's stuff in the car trunk and were ready to leave.

Beca gazed around the living room for a second before making up her mind and jogging inside to grab her favorite picture of took it out of it's frame and shoved it in her pocket, and ran back outside after hearing her mom honk the horn.

She yanked the door open and pulled it shut behind her, watching the house as it grew smaller and smaller as they drove away.

Beca turned her head to the right and gazed out the window feeling a few tears escape from her eyes.

She tried to wipe them away subtly, but her mom noticed.

Her mom took her right hand off the steering wheel and threaded it through Beca's own, squeezing in reassurance.

After driving on the backroads for a half hour, which were faster, they were startled by a car speeding the opposite direction honking at them.

Beca glanced at her mom in confusion and she looked back at Beca and shrugged.

"Maybe they had too much coffee?"

Beca knew it was a stupid excuse but there was no other way to describe the other car's behavior, and she didn't really care.

(Although Beca did have a feeling of wrongness spread throughout her.)

After 12 more minutes and a few more cars doing the same, they eventually began to actually wonder if something was wrong.

"Is there a roadblock?"

Beca questioned, moreso to herself.

"I don't know, but something is definitely up."

Her mother replied distractedly.

Her mom turned to her, not paying attention to the road.

Her mother began to ask Beca a question.

"Did you check-"

"Mom! Watch out!"

Beca practically screamed.

Her mother quickly looked back to the road to see a stumbling man with blood down his front walking towards them in the middle of the road.

She swerved the car, causing it to flip towards the forest to the left of them.

Beca briefly wondered,

Is this how I die?

Before she was pitched forward and her head slammed against the dashboard, the airbags not having enough time to eject.

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AN: I've never written an abuse scene, so cut me some slack. But I'm sorry if that scene made any if you uncomfortable, I felt it was necessary to build Beca's character.

I almost feel sorry for the cliffhanger.

But I felt that it would add a bit of spice to the plot. If I get enough feedback I might finish the last flashback.

~Also some more ideas for this story:

•Should I start off with Jesse + Beca at the beginning?

•Should I make any of the characters immune to turning?

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