So 25 chapters later and we're here :) Thank you to:

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For reviewing my story, as well on all the new followers and favorites, as it always makes my day. This chapter though...it's all down hill from here on, I'll tell you that. I got a lot of plans (laughs evilly) *cough* Now, let's move on.

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Lucy's eyes opened and her brow furrows. This wasn't what she had been expecting. Last thing she remembered she had been knocked out, and Quinn had been taken away. Of all the places she could be in, this was not it. Usually it was darkness, or a locked up room, or tied to a tree, or whatever. This...this was none of that.

This room was pure and absolute white.

Really. If you got even one, minuscule piece of dirt on the ground, anyone would be able to see it. Everywhere was white, even the flowers that sat on a desk a few yards away were. The floor, the celling, the furniture, everything was white. And it creeped out.

"Where the hell am I?" she mutters painfully, leaning up from her spot on the floor. She looks down and her eyes widen slightly, her brow furrowing even more. She wasn't in her dress she was in before. Dark blue jeans were on her legs and a black tank top. No weapons what so ever. Her feet were bare. "What the fuck?" she whispers furiously, standing up and looking around. "QUINN!" she screams, trying to get some sort of reply.

Nothing.

She feels her rage begin to boil over and she stomps her foot against the ground. "Where the fuck am I?!" she shouted at the walls. "I'll kill all of you! I'll fucking shoot your ass!"

"Pretty sure you can't do that," a voice says. Lucy's head snaps up and she looks closely at the person up on the second floor-there was a second floor?-and her eyes narrow. She knew that blonde hair.

"Tara?" she asks silently. Tara nods and climbs down to the ground, amazing Lucy. She had never seen Tara do that in her life. If anything, she was afraid of heights and would never do that. When she reaches her, Lucy looks around again. "Where are we? What happened? Where's Quinn? God is she dead?! No, please don't-" Tara's hand come flying up to cover Lucy's mouth.

"No, she's not dead," she chuckles lightly. "But...we might be." Lucy's eyes widen.

"What?" she replies, her voice barley audible. Tara looks around.

"I've read about this before," she says quietly. "We're not quite alive, but we're not quite dead. We're in between, as to say." Lucy's eyes were still wide.

"Tara...what's going on?" Tara sighs.

"Turns out Carol and Gareth teamed up again," she starts. "We were having a good time when they burst into the cafeteria and opened fire. If I remember correctly, I got shot near the side of my chest. One of the men who was helping them was carrying you, and the other had Quinn. You were bleeding from your head." Lucy sits down on the ground, sudden wooziness enveloping her.

"I...I can't...die, I...can't!" she cries. Tara sits down next to her, continuing what she remembered.

"They took the whole entire place...pretty sure they took the kids as well." Lucy feels her head start to spin. They couldn't murder the kids. They weren't that evil...and then she remembered what they did to Lily. "Daryl, Rick, Joey...all of them were taken, knocked out. After that I was shot. I don't know where we are right now in the real world, but we're not doing so hot."

"I can't die," she repeats, looking up at Tara, her eyes wet. "I can't die, Tara!" The girl sighs.

"If it happens, it happens. We just have to deal with it." Lucy shakes her head rapidly.

"No, I...I can't die!"

"Lucy-"

"Tara, I'm pregnant!" she screams, effectively shutting her friend up. "I have a little girl to take care of...three," she whispers, remembering that fact that Lily and Emily were practically her responsibility now. "And a new one growing. I...I can't die," she whimpers, finally breaking down and sinking to the ground in a heap. Tara sits next to her, placing an arm around her friends shoulders and pulling her close.

"Did you tell Daryl?" she asks quietly. Lucy shakes her head.

"No," she chokes out. "I was gonna tell him tonight." Tara sighs and hugs her friend closer, looking up the ceiling, but as she does it, her brow furrows. The white ceiling was disappearing, and a black one was forming. The ground became dark and destroyed, pieces of dirt and rubble lying on the ground. Tara shakes her friends shoulder, causing her to look up too. Right before she could reply, her eyes close.

And open again.

She jumps up from the ground, her breath ragged. Looking around quickly, she realized that was a bad idea, as pain instantly enveloped her in a tight hug, sending terrifying chills up her spine as she groaned, placing her head in her hands. She felt spots enter her vision.

"No fucking way are you passing out again on me," she whispers to her body. Taking nice, long deep breathes, she slowly stands up and looks around. She was in a small room alone, no windows and one singular door, probably floor was filthy, which led to her looking down at her body. Indeed, it was the same pair of clothes she had worn...when she was dead? Undead? What the hell was that?

Her feet were still bare, but her clothes were covered in dirt and dried up blood. She didn't even want to know where that had come from. She could feel vomit crawling up her stomach, and as much as she tried to hold it down, her mouth opened and her remains from breakfast that morning came tumbling out. She leaned on her knees and let it happen, but the scary thought was she didn't know if ti was from the baby or from the fact that she was covered in blood.

That could also be her friends.

"Shut up," she growls to herself when she finishes. Wiping the side of her mouth, her eyes now travel down to the belt she had. No weapons. Nothing at all. "Well, fuck me."

A piercing scream interrupts her thoughts and she runs slightly to the door, banging on it with her naked fists. She felt her rage coming back from before. That could be Quinn, or Tara, or Joey, or anyone...that could be her kids for God's sake.

"Let me out!" she yells. Her bangs got increasingly harder. "Fucking ass! Let me the fuck out!" When no reply came, she let out a yelp of frustration and punched the door. When she made contact, she curses under her breath as blood breaks through her skin. She knew she had hurt something. "I hate this," she growls, looking up from her destroyed hands. She stops her movements and looks at something in the corner.

A wooden chair.

The wheels in her head spin as she acts quick. Still using her rage that she had stored up, she walks over to the chair quickly and picks it up. Using all the force she had, she throws it against the wall. It breaks into a million pieces, the legs flying off in different directions. One lands right at her foot.

She picks it up in her hands and sighs, breaking off a few more pieces of the piece of wood. After a minute or two, she successfully turned the piece of woods into a small spear, something she could easily drive into ones chest. More so, she wanted to find Gareth or Carol, and do this action multiple times.

She glances at the door and her eyes narrow. Taking another deep breath, she raises her foot and kicks the door as hard as she could. Nothing. In a huff, she kicks again. And again. And again. She repeated this so many times until the door was falling off it's hinges, letting her out of the room. Her foot felt sore, and her head felt like it was on fire, but by now she had learned how to ignore the pain.

The hallway was dark, ominous, and smelly. The oder of burnt flesh, blood, and shit rang in her nose, telling her body to get the fuck out of there. At the end of the hallway, she noticed, she saw a glass door that led outside. From what she could see, there were no other doors in the building. That scream was so loud she could hear it from somewhere else. That brought chills up her spine.

She walks closer and goes to the door, out into the dark night. Looking around, she smells even more now, the distinct oder of wood burning, accompanied by a bright light in the dark night. Her head turns and she sees a high fire from some miles away, and with her horror, she realizes it was the mill. They had burnt it to the ground.

"My God," she cries, her hand going to her mouth. That meant that everyone she knew was gone, dead...or here. At this, she chokes back her tears and looks away, regaining her composure. She could mourn later. She wanted...needed to find her family, alive.

She walks silently over to a building across from the room she had been in and she saw that it had been a garage. No wonder it was empty.

She hides behind a tree, seeing that there were guards outside. Taking another deep breath, she grasps her small weapon harder and makes her way slowly to behind the two men. Once she was close enough, she used a special skill her friends had taught her when she was young, and grabbed the back of the guys neck. This cut off all circulation of blood to the head, and the guys falls to the ground.

The other guard sees Lucy and aims his gun, but the younger girl ad already sunken her spear into the mans chest before he could shoot. Blood spurts from his chest, spraying onto Lucy's face, but she simply dropped the man and continued on her way, wiping it off on her sleeve of her shirt. She already had blood on it. What was the problem with a little more?

He was dead, that much she knew, so she grabbed the mans gun and made her way quietly into the tall building. It looked about four stories, and there were multitudes of doors everywhere. Some were open, and some were closed. But all the screams came from the bottom of the room, the moans and groans.

She walks slower, looking around, her face scrunching up. Everywhere, there were dead bodies. She recognized a few people from the mill, one being Tyler, one of the men she and rescued the day she found the prison group. She feels her stomach flip when she gets closer, and she looks inside the room, trying so hard to ignore the smell of the dead. A whipping sound is heard, and she cringes at the scream that follows.

"Now, you have two choices," a man says, circling the person inside. Lucy listens closely and feels her heart drop at the voice. It was Fred. Shit. "You can confess to knowing where the rest of the mill is, or I can kill you right now. You're decisions." The girl looks up and glares, through her tears and her blood.

"Fuck you." Another whip sound is heard when Lucy recognizes the voice. It was Tara. She was awake. Her scream echoes the room.

"You know, I'm surprised you're still alive," Fred sneers. "How a frail, little girl like you, is surviving this world. I'm sure you were that person in high school that barely had any friends, had sex all the time, did drugs...you were so lonely that you were a slut, and you're still one today." Lucy peeks into the room and sees Tara looking down at the ground. She didn't want to admit it, but the man was right. Tara had been wild in high school, but she had friends then. She still had them now. "A gun shot couldn't even kill you. Let's see if it will now."

"It'll kill you," Lucy growls, stepping into the room. Fred turns around and aims his gun at her head, but she dodges the bullet quick enough to let one of her own fly, and it lands in his leg. He falls to the ground in a heap, his gun dropping to the floor, not that far from Tara. She kicks him in the side harshly. "That's for almost killing Tara!" Another kick, this time to his head, and he lets out a harsh yell. "That's for raping Lily!" She points her gun at his head. She sees the pleading look in his eyes, but right now, her mind and body didn't care. "And this...is for lying."

A shot rang out and the bullet embedded itself into Fred's head. He stopped crying and whimpering and laid still, dead. Lucy drops to the ground and crawls over to a barely conscience Tara. She shakes her slightly. "Tara? Tara, come on. Don't go to sleep, girl. Don't go back to the dead."

"We...weren't...dead," she replies. Lucy sighs happily. She remembered that. It wasn't just a dream. "Hurts...so much." Lucy nods, bringing her closer. "They...ran off, some...of the other people. They...got out." Lucy nods again.

"Did Daryl and crew get out?" Tara looks down. "Tara? Talk to me, girl. Did they?"

"Joey..." Lucy bites her lip. She knew what that meant. Joey was dead. She nods again, this time solemnly.

"Okay..." she sighs painfully. "What about...the kids?" Tara curls up.

"Fourth...floor. Screams...so many screams." Lucy pulls back. Fuck. She looks at her arms and finds them covered in Tara's blood. She as really hurt.

"We need to get you out of here-"

"No!" Lucy jumps at the suddenness of her friend. She shakes her head. "Go save your family...I heard Daryl. He was...looking for you and the k...kids. They had to leave...because the guns...were going off...I'm...I'm dead in the gutter." Lucy shakes her head. She knew what she was asking.

"No. I'm not leaving you here. We're in this together. We'll get out and-"

"I'm shot, whipped...and...and bleeding, Lucy." Lucy looks at her friend and sees the sincerity in her eyes. "I..had a nice life...you and Quinn were the best." Lucy feels tears begin to threaten to spill over. Her head shakes.

"Tara, no-"

"And I don't...wa...want to be the one...responsible...for letting you two die...you need to find her." Lucy opens her mouth to reply, but Tara shakes her head. "Just...go!" she exclaims quietly, her hands pushing her friend away slightly. Lucy stares at her, one tear finally breaking the dam. "Just fucking go." Lucy frowns at her, but nods, looking down at the ground. She turns back.

"Tara..." Tara shakes her head sadly, a small smile on her face.

"I know." Lucy looks down at the ground and leaves, not taking another look at her dying friend. She closes the door and holds her gun close to her chest. A minute later, she hears the gun from inside being shot and sobs rack the girls chest. She closes her eyes and keeps them tightly shut, willing herself not to cry.

"She wanted it. She wanted it. She wanted it," she kept repeating over and over. She finally walks away from the door and goes to the staircase, tears streaming down her face. As she hears more screams enveloping her ears, her feet carry faster and she loads her gun quickly. As she reaches the fourth floor, a multitude of guards see her and aim, but her gun flies quicker. Cries could be heard from the end of the hallway as she kept going.

One of them had grazed her shoulder, but all sense of pain had left her body as she shot her way to the door. As she reaches it, she bust the door open and sees two girls cringe while one was passed out, expecting another beating, but the eldest looks up and smiles painfully.

"Lucy," she whispers. The second looks up at the name through her caked over hair and coughs violently, looking away at this. The woman rushes over to the three and her brow furrows. Emily was the least beaten out of the three of them, and Lucy felt her heart break at the sight of her little girl, passed out on the ground, with slash marks along her stomach. They had whipped her too.

"Jesus," she whispers, taking the girl in her arms. She was still breathing, barely, but she was still there. She looks at the two girls, who were now huddled together, Lily looking down at the ground, her face pale. "Emily, what did they do?" she asks quietly. Emily looks down.

"They stormed in, and everyone saw you and Quinn un-conscience, and it all went down hill from there. They found out...we were with you and...they did what they did." Her voice betrayed her, and Lucy saw that the little girl was completely broken. "They stabbed Lily somewhere about a day ago, and it got infected. That's why she's sick."

Lucy could hear the worry in the teens voice. She looks down at the sleeping Sam, gently running her hands over the faded scars she received back at the prison. God, that had been months ago.

"Why did they do this to her?" she whispers. Emily shrugs, and cringes, realizing she was still badly bruised and bleeding.

"They found out she was the daughter." Lucy lets a few tears fall, but shakes her head. For all she knew, they could be the only people left here. They needed to get out and find the others.

"Daryl and a few others got out. Do you know where they went?" Lily looks up at this and looks behind Lucy, her eyes widening.

"Lucy!" she screams, pointing behind her. Lucy turns around and sees Gareth pointing his rifle at her. She stands up quickly and covers the kids, handing Sam to Emily.

"You're not going to hurt them anymore," she growls at him. Gareth chuckles.

"That wasn't any of me," he replies. Lucy's brow furrows. "See, I aint that much of a dick. I won't kill little kids to eat them or torture them. That was all Fred. Apparently, Lily ran her mouth and told someone about how he raped her. Didn't like that. It's a shame, though. He was a good actor, as he easily played you." Lucy pointed her gun this time, her eyes narrowed.

"Bullshit. You're a terrible man." The man laughs.

"You just realized that?" He comes closer. "You destroyed Terminus and the hospital, and now Tara's gone. Probably got dragged away by a walker." Lucy's mind reeled. She closed the door. She heard the shot. How had a walker gotten in? "Now, Quinn's locked away and you don't know how to get to her and save her, while saving your own kids. Poor you." Lucy backs up further to her kids, shielding them. She knew she had to make a choice there and then.

"You're gonna let these kids leave, and you're gonna take me." Emily's eyes widen.

"Lucy, no!"

"They had nothing to do with this," she continues. "Please. Just let them go, and find the people who escaped. You want me and Quinn, that's what. Don't kill them over what we did. Please. Just take me to her and let them leave." Gareth watches the girl with interest before nodding slightly.

"Drop your gun." The gun clattered to the floor, shocking the kids, who hugged closer to themselves. "You don't fight back. You follow me and keep your head down." Lucy nods limply. "You have a minute to speak to them," he replies, gesturing towards the kids. He slams the door behind him and Lucy turns to the panicking kids.

"You can't leave us!" Emily says quickly. Lucy places her hands on the girls shoulders.

"You get out of here, and you find Daryl, got it?" Lily frowns.

"Lucy-"

"If I don't go down there, they will keep following us, hurting us. I'm not gonna let anything else bad happen to you guys. You need to go, and stay safe." Emily feels tears spill down her face. She didn't want Lucy to die, especially for them. They were nothing compared to what she was.

"Lucy, you can't die!" she cries. That's what I thought before. Lucy spares a glance down at her still flat stomach and sighs. I'm so sorry.

"You need to stay safe." The door opens again and Lucy hugs all of them tightly, and then places a kiss on Sam's head. "I love all of you. You'll be okay." Gareth grabs her arm harshly and pulls her away. She kicks the gun towards Emily and nods towards it, saying inwardly use it. He shuts the door as they leave while Emily grabs the gun sloppily.

"Lucy!" she yells one last time as the door closed. Lily clutches her sisters arm as Sam wiggles slightly in her sleep, sensing that something and was happening.

"What do we do?" Lily lets out, her voice coming out in a slight cough. Emily looks down at her hand with the gun and back at the door. She sighs.

"We leave."

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Lucy's thrown into another dark room, her head hitting the ground first. She feels dots envelop her vision again as she gets up slowly, her body groaning in protest. Gareth smirks at her pathetic form on the floor.

"We'll be with you two in a minute," he replies, his voice dripping with hatred and malice as he slams the door closed, the walls rattling with the sensation. She hears rapid footsteps approach her and a hand on her back, helping her up onto her knees.

"Lucy?" a soft voice questions. Her head snaps up and she sees Quinn's battered face, a bruised eye and a busted up lip. She had blood all on her clothes and her arms were covered in slash marks, as well as one big one that had torn up her shit, leaving one half of it hanging off her body, her back bleeding steadily, but probably not as bad as it had been before. She places her hands on her friends face, cupping her cheeks.

"Quinn," she sighs happily, holding her friend close. The older woman cringes slightly at the pain in her back. Lucy pulls back and frowns again. "What did they do to you?" Quinn looks away.

"Bad stuff," she mumbles. Lucy looks closer at her. Beside the cuts on her back, something else was wrong. Something bad.

"Quinn, what's going on?" Quinn looks back up, tears in her eyes.

"They killed Matt...and Logan." Lucy feels a gasp escape her mouth as her hand goes to it. "They killed my little boy," she cries into her friends shoulder, sobs escaping, painfully, her body shaking. Lucy snaps her arms her friend and holds her close, running her fingers through her friends blonde curls. Her rage from earlier was starting to come back. How could they just kill a woman's husband and her child without any guilt.

She pulls back and pushes Quinn's hair back. "I am so...sorry," she cries to her friend, who had officially broken. "Oh my God, I'm so sorry." She pulls away and looks down. Quinn looks back up and sniffles.

"What about Tara?" she whispers. Lucy looks away.

"She's gone." Quinn shuts her eyes tightly and bites her lip, trying to sooth herself, persuade herself not to cry. Lucy stands up suddenly, her head feeling terribly ill, but her mind set on one thing. Quinn looks up and her brow furrows through her teary face.

"What are you doing?"

"Getting us out of here. I'm not going to stand for this." Logan being killed woke up something deep within Lucy, something she hadn't felt in a long time, and that was pure hatred within her, undeniably loathing and the need to kill. She couldn't, wouldn't let her kids, this baby that was growing inside her be killed. She couldn't let her family get taken away from her, not after what it did to Quinn.

The older girl stands up. "It's no use! They have guards everywhere!"

"How do you think I got in?" Lucy replies. "I was in the fucking garage across from this building, practically dying. I took out most of the guards outside with a stick. We can get out. We just have to be ready." Quinn shakes her head, her arms crossing.

"Just leave me. I don't have-"

"I already let Tara die!" Lucy snaps, surprising her friend. "I'm not letting us die too." She walks up to Quinn so she could get the picture. "When that door opens, we run. We fucking book it. Keep your head down, because that's where they're going to aim. Anyone who comes in front of us, you pinch the side of the their neck and take their weapons. It'll knock them out long enough for us to escape."

"Lucy-"

"We will survive this, whether you want to or not." They hear the door knob turn and a body step in, and Lucy doesn't hesitate, grabbing Quinn's hand and pulling her out. Immediately the guns ring, and Lucy feels her shoulder get grazed, but she keeps running.

"Motherfucker!" Gareth screams. "After them!" The people take off, and a few people fall in front of the two girls, trying to prevent them from going any further, but Lucy quickly uses her pinching method on one of the men and he falls to the ground. She takes his rifle from his hands and turns to Quinn. Her view changed for a second when she actually saw Quinn trying to get out, grabbing a passed out mans pistol. Lucy was surprised at her friends sudden twist in behavior.

Either way, they were being shot at.

"Let's go!" Lucy yells at her. The two women make their way through the glass door of the entrance and more shots ring from the top of the building, but the two girls were small, and that meant they were fast, and they easily dodged the few bullets that kept flying at them. They shot anyone that came at them, surprisingly good aim for people who were shaking, running and bleeding all at the same time.

The trees became their friends as they ran in between them, their trunks covering them from the still firing gunshots. The leaves swayed in the wind as the cold air brushed their skin, sending goosebumps up their arms, but that was mostly covered by the shit ton of blood that was now bleeding onto their flesh.

They ran faster and faster, for who the hell knows long, until they stopped hearing footsteps. They did not hear the screams, or the gunshots, or the whips being lashed, or the knives being thrown. It was absolutely quiet around them, and that's what caused them to collapse on the ground in mid-sprint, there breath being drawn out in raggedness and pain.

"Fuck...all of that," Quinn pants. Lucy chuckles slightly, despite the situation they were currently in.

"Did you ever see Carol?" she asks quietly. Quinn nods once.

"When I was brought into the room, she was helping. I think she's the one who knocked you out." Lucy glares at the ground.

"Fucking bitch," she mutters under her breath. "Is she dead?" Quinn shakes her head no.

"You think they would let her die?" Quinn replies hatefully, standing up. As she does, someone grabs her from behind and she lets out an ear piercing scream. Lucy jumps up and points her gun, but as she does, Gareth points his own at Quinn's head, from the chokehold he had her in.

"Ah, ah," he says, seeing her pointed gun. All Lucy sees is red, but she knew if she moved he would hurt Quinn even more then she was now. "You move, and she gets a bullet right through the brain. Lower the gun." Lucy glares at him, her eyes narrowed, her body practically boiling off hatred at him, but she lowers it, her concern for her friend overpowering her want for revenge.

He chuckles at this. She hated his chuckle.

"I knew you wouldn't shoot," he replies. "You've been like that. You talk the talk, but you never walk the walk. You're too afraid, even though this girl, is a fucking burden." Lucy glances behind him and sees a walker approaching slowly, but she keeps her mouth shut. "All she does is cry and cry some more, just like her stupid ass son." Quinn looks down at this, all her feelings coming back. "That man as well. Just wanted her to be free. Fucking annoying, that's what that is."

Lucy keeps her mouth shut as he points his gun at her now, reloading it. He smiles wickedly. The walker comes closer.

"I've been wanting to do this ever since we found you," he replies, pulling back the trigger slightly. As his mouth opens again, the walkers teeth clench down on his shoulder from the side Quinn wasn't on, and he lets go of her, sending her to the ground. She backs away and grabs her gun, aiming it at the walker, shooting it in the head, but the bite was done. He would turn.

Lucy helps Quinn up and they stare at the pathetic excuse for a man, trying to stop the bleeding in this shoulder. He looks up at the girls and Quinn sees almost sincerity in his eyes.

"Don't let me turn into one of them. Please." Quinn aims her gun, and Lucy's eyes widen. She was not going to let this guy off the hook.

A shot rang out, and instead, she shot him in the chest, right near the heart, if anything, on it. Lucy's brow furrows.

"Why did you do that?" she hisses at her.

"If we left him alive he would have still come after us. I shot him in the chest. He'll turn." She walks off into the woods, leaving the dead man behind. Lucy spares him one last glance before following Quinn, picking up her own gun. She runs next to her. That's when a thought crossed her mind.

She had no clue where the rest of her group-if anyone was alive-were. Hell, Carol could be watching them right now, and she didn't know. They were alone. Quinn suddenly stops and sits down on a log in the woods, placing her head in her hands. She had a serious headache right now.

"How do we find them?" Quinn mutters. Lucy sits next to her and bites her lip. She looks up at the sky and wonder where Daryl and her family were, if they had truly made it. Then she realized she was being stupid. This was Daryl she was talking about. He was okay, and so were the kids. She just didn't know where the start. She opens her mouth to reply, but closes it.

Her emotions took over.

Tara was gone, and so was Joey, and all of her friends. Jesus, probably half the people from the mill, maybe more, were dead. And they were out on their own.

And she was pregnant.

And Daryl didn't even know.

"Ah, fuck me," she mutters into her hands. Quinn looks over and realizes what she was so worked up about, and grabs Lucy's hand, squeezing it comfortably. Lucy looks up. "I didn't even tell him. He doesn't know." Quinn hugs her slightly, throwing her non bleeding arm over her friends shoulders. The pain was finally starting to leave, but they would have to find some bandages to cover it up.

"Then he doesn't know." She looks away. "I know we're not going to find them instantly, not tomorrow, not today, probably not this week, but we will find them, him. They'll be alive, and we'll be together again." She was speaking surpassingly confidently considering what had just happened. "And if we don't find them until after this baby is born, then fine. But I will be there for you if it comes down to that. My mom was a nurse, so I know a little. We'll get through this. Together."

Lucy looks at her friend and sighs, nodding. "Together." Quinn nods and helps her up, grabbing her hand a bit tighter.

"We need food." Lucy nods, remembering all those time she used to hunt with Sammy before they were found. Her eyes water. Sam. She had to be okay. She was going to be. Shaking her head, clearing these thoughts from her brain, she nods once more.

"I can do that"

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