A/N

This is the final installment of the 'Into the Pitt" series. I had followed the original plot of the DLC pretty closely up until now, but this part is where everything totally derails. Please enjoy!

EDIT: And I just now realized I had posted the wrong chapter...Goes to show how many people are currently reading sense no one told me this mistake...whoops.

Anna's hand shook as she seemed to be thinking carefully about her next move.

"...Anna?" Butch took a careful step forward while she took a sharp breath and slammed her hand down on the button. "Hey-!" he lunged forward and grabbed her hand, but it was too late. "Do ya- Do ya have any idea what you just did!?"

Butch had always preached how he hated the fact that she was such a goodie two shoes. He figured if she was a little more like him, and a little less like her saint of a dad, they'd get along more than just fine. But this? This was just downright heartless, and it scared Butch to his core. This wasn't her. This wasn't Anna. He took her by the shoulder and shook her a bit.

"Why would you do that, man!? Why the fuck would ya-" Anna pushed him off with such force he slammed back against the wall. He had no clue Anna had any of that in her. Looking up, Anna's eyes were dark and sunken, and her expression was eerily calm.

"Move..." She panted, it looked like she had trouble forming the words as she grunted them out through clenched teeth. "We need to...move." She reached forward and for a moment, Butch even flinched. She grabbed his arm and dragged him towards their only exit, through a sewer grate in uptown.

By the time they had surfaced the town was already flooded with Trogs. The people of uptown, the guards, slavers, and even those in Haven were not spared the horror and complete terror the Trogs brought with them from the shadows.

Sanda screamed with all her might as she watched with wide eyes as a few of the Trogs attacked her husband, not wasting a single moment to rip into his flesh with their freakishly long talons.

"No...NO!" She screamed as Ashuer screamed his last and went still. The Trogs began picking at his corpse, a few others starting to take notice of her. Sandra shook her head, first with daughter, and now her husband...All to end with her dying at the hands of the Trogs. She turned to run, only to come face to face with the kidnapper of her daughter.

"You!" Sandra cried. Anna's eyes seemed to glaze over for a moment or two as she looked at the carnage around them, almost as if admiring her work. "How could you!?" Sandra screamed at Anna, no longer caring about the immediate danger. "Where did you take Marie!? Answer me you bitch! You've taken everything from me! Everything! Do you hear me!?" Sandra sobbed, punching Anna square in the shoulder. Although her body registered the hit, she didn't react to it beyond dragging her eyes to Sandra's face.

In one quick movement Anna took the butt of her gun and slammed it against the poor sobbing womans head. She went down instantly, forced into a rather uneasy sleep.

"Grab her." Anna demanded, lowing her gun as she stared down at the woman.

"Are you fucking insane!?" Butch finally snapped. "The hell is wrong with you!? Jesus, who the hell are you!?" Butch tugged at his hair. Anna turned back to look at him, her eyes were blood shot.

"Just do as I say." She shook a little before turning and running ahead towards downtown. Butch swore once again, feeling he didn't have much choice. He picked up Sandra, carefully draping her over his shoulder as he tried to keep up with Anna, who seemed to be oblivious to the carnage around her.

Anna didn't slow down once they made it out of the blood bath. Butch had no clue how they had come out of there unscathed, yet here they were. He shouted at her all the way back to Wernher's little hide out. Anna didn't seem to hear him at all. He finally jerked her back by the shoulder.

"Stop. Just stop ok!?" It was hard to make out her face in the dark shadows of the abandoned steel yard. "The fuck is wrong with you?"

"Butch..." She whispered his name hoarsely, and for a single moment, she sounded like the old Anna again.

"...You're scaring me." He finally admitted, shifting the weight of Sandra on his shoulder. The woman groaned.

"Wha...?"

Almost robotically Anna turned back around and headed into Wernher's hideout, slamming the door behind her.

"Where...Where am I!? What's going on!?" Sandra began to panic as she came to.

"Cool ya jet's lady, you're safe." Butch set her down, careful to steady her. Sandra held her head.

"You...You were with her..." Her eyes narrowed. "You-!"

"I'm gonna stop you right there." Butch held up his hands. "Yeah, she's my girl. Don't mean I'm helping her. I'm just as confused as you are...No idea why she's doing all this. She's a goodie-two normally...ain't into any of this dark crap."

"Your...Girl?" She raised an eyebrow, having a hard time believing that anyone could love a girl as seemingly heartless and her child's kidnapper. "Look, I don't know what's going on or who you are..."

"Butch."

"Butch...But I need to find my daughter, Marie, she-"

"She's safe...I think at least. As I said, I just got here so-" Butch didn't get to finish before Wernher's scream interrupted them. They stood there shocked for a moment, before rushing into the compound.

There Anna stood in front of Wernher, back to the door. The ginger was pale, looking down at the lone wanderer with wide, glassy eyes. Blood dripping from his lips. Anna twisted the knife she had in his gut. His knife. The one he had given her to smuggle in to protect her.

"I didn't...W-Want this." Anna stammered a bit, whispering it so only the dying man could hear. "And I blame...You." She tugged on the knife, pulling it free. Wernher gave another whine, falling back. Anna stood over him, hand dripping his own blood. It was odd, and quite, but Butch could have sworn he heard wernher chuckle before his head fall to the side, wide, glassy eyes now vacant of any and all life.

"T-The shit!?" Butch gasped, horrified by the scene. Anna dropped the knife, stumbling back a bit as she held her head. She cried out. "What the hell is wrong with her!?"

"My god..." Sandra breathed. "She's turning into one of them."

"One of what!? Spite it out lady!"

"A Trog! She's turning into those 4 legged creatures..." She watched Anna carefully as she began making these horrible, feral noises. "In the beginning, they are prone to violent fits of rage, even homicidal...as you can see here."

"What the hell do we do then!? We can't just let her turn into one of those...those things!"

The last thing Anna remembered after that was snapping up, letting out a yowl as she whipped her hand back and raked her nails across Butch's face.

"You support her head, like this..."

"Oh...Oh! Gosh...She's just so tiny..."

Anna's eyes fluttered open to the sound of laughter. Staring up at the musty ceiling, she did a mental check of herself. Her body was stiff and sore, but otherwise whole. Her mouth was drier than sandpaper, and it felt like she was swallowing glass. She turned her head to the side to see Butch and Sandra conversing in the corner of the room. Little Marie was cradled (a bit awkwardly) in Butch's arms, fast asleep. Sandra laughed at Butch's reaction.

"I guess you don't come across very many newborns nowadays..." She said a bit sadly. Butch shrugged.

"Who the hell would want to bring a kid into this shitty world?" Sandra gave a knowing smile.

"Maybe one day you'll understand...I know it sounds crazy but...They'll be the best thing that ever happened to you." Sandra smiled faintly and stroked her baby's cheek. Butch gave a barking laugh.

"Yeah, right. I know for a fact we ain't gonna have kids..."

"Butch." Anna said hoarsely, she barely recognized her own voice. His head snapped to attention.

"Hey! You're wake!" Her moved to stand, then remembered the baby was still in his arms. Sandra, with all friendliness gone from her, easily scooped Marie back up into her arms leaving Butch free to jump to Anna's side.

"Here..." He picked up a water bottle that was next to the bed and helped Anna take a few sips.

"What...happened?" Her voice cracked, Butch's answer was more water, and a disappointed look.

"You mean you don't remember? Any of the times you've woken up sense now? Awh shoot doll, last time I thought..." He just sighed, setting the water bottle aside and stroking some loose hair out of her face.

"What do you mean 'woke up?'" Anna asked softly, this time Sandra stepped in.

"well, we're not exactly equipped to deal with a comma patient...You're lucky to come out of it enough times and get something down to keep that heart beating."

Anna's heart sunk a little at the sight of Sandra and little Marie. She felt so guilty...

"I...I guess I don't understand. What happened?"

Butch glanced between her and Sandra.

"You were sick doll, real sick...but the doc fixed you nice." Anna's eyes narrowed a bit.

"That scratch on your arm..." Sandra pointed out, causing Anna to weakly pull her right arm out from under the thin blanket. It was cleaned and wrapped in a bandage finally. "From a Trog no doubt right?" Anna nodded stiffly. "You were a first...No one around here had survived a Trog attack...Turns out the virus spreads faster through the blood than through the air."

"You mean...I'm turning into a Trog!?" Anna's eyes widened in horror.

"Hey! Whoa! You mean were. I told you, she fixed you up." Butch tried to calm her. Anna stared at Sandra for answers. The woman still had a cold, disapproving air towards her. Why the hell wouldn't she?

"It was...experimental still." Sandra began. Anna just felt like she wanted to scream. "I had a mix of a possible cure...I was going to test it first before even giving the news..."

Anna felt her blood run cold. The cure had been within everyones grasp, and she fucked it up. If only everyone had waited a few more months...The cure could have been here, right now, saving lives. Not to mention all the other lives that were lost in Uptown because of the Trog outbreak.

Anna felt nauseas as the room started to spin a little. This was all on her. She was finally thinking clearly again and was disgusted by herself. It was as if she had been drunk these past few weeks since getting infected, and she was finally sober.

"She didn't want to use it on ya, but I convinced her!" Butch chimed in. He meant well, but pretty much threw Sandra under the bus, but Anna didn't blame her. In fact, she was surprised.

"W-Why?" The words stumbled out of Anna's mouth she was still shocked.

"It was experimental, I didn't want to risk making your pain worse." Sandra could no longer look Anna in the eye. Instead she focused on Marie, who was cooing softly in her arms.

"No...That's not what I mean. Why did you help me?"

"...Because I'm not a monster like you." Sandra shattered the silence with her one sharp comment before excusing herself from the room.

Anna swallowed hard, returning her gaze up to the ceiling. She burned, but not physically. It was close to the same mental anguish she felt while watching her father die. How badly she wanted to change things, do something...but the past was already set in stone. Hot tears started to drip down the sides of her face as her sore body tensed. She barely felt Butch's hand on her arm, or the words he was frantically saying in her ear.

"...She just don't know ya' like I do! Ya hear? She's just upset. You were sick, you didn't know what you were doing...You just did what you thought you had to do, right?"

Butch spouted excuse after excuse as he gripped her hand. Anna just squeezed her eyes shut, not wanting to hear any of it. She wasn't sure when Butch finally shut up, but she felt him gently kiss her forehead just before she drifted off into another nightmare filled sleep.