The little window of darkness was what captivated her attention so closely, enchanted by the black space between the blast door and the hatch. There was no visible light top side, the earth obviously covered in a thick blanket of destruction. No one would be coming for her and she had no way of knowing if anyone else even survived. So she stood, waiting in the unnatural light of the bunker, wondering why she'd been so unlucky.

It was some time before she realised that someone was watching her. The subtle prickling along her neck, eyes burning into the back of her skull as she was observed. It was one of them, a Seed, she was sure.

"What did you do with my... "She couldn't finish the sentence, a dry sob caught in her throat as the memory of her father's body tried to choke her.

"We did what was necessary, so don't ask" Jacob's voice, as always, was calm and slow. The gravely undertones stirred her inside up with dread, bile scorched her stomach painfully.

Would they do that to her too? What was necessary...

"Are you going to kill me," her words were hesitant, the young woman was naturally reserved and wasn't sure she was prepared for the answer. She had spent so long hating them from afar, there should have been a raging inferno inside of her but now it was ice cold fear that ran through her blood. Her Dutch's training was pointless if the person was to weak to use it. She was weak.

"No."

"Are you here to make sure I don't do anything else stupid?" A small amount of hysterics giving a false bravado in her tone. Despite her earlier attempt, the young women knew she didn't have a killer bone in her. Opening that door, exposing everyone inside to the, no doubt toxic air, she just couldn't do it.

"Yes," Jacobs short response only building to her anxiety.

"Well, I won't, so just leave me alone," she turned dejectedly to face her warden, eyes flickered over him briefly, then back away. She didn't have the nerve to hold his gaze for long. The man was leaning against the sink casually, arms crossed against his chest. Even in his laid-back state Jacob's posture clearly held a military stiffness.

"No can-do pup, you're weak. Scared. A dangerous combination," the laziness in his voice revealed that she was barely worth the effort, just indulgent of her sulking, but the look in his eyes as he scrutinized every detail of her being made her heart speed up.

"You are making me uncomfortable," her own eyes cast down to avoid his appraisal and the consequent scoff at her comment.

Yet the situation only got worse with John Seed appearing in the door as he caught the last few dregs of their conversation. A cloth in his hands as he dried them.

Jacob didn't move, still watching her like a hawk as her breathing shallowed. John on the other hand strolled further into the room, taking his time to pace around her.

"Where's Joseph?" Jacob asked of his brother.

"Finishing up," John responded without so much as a glance in Jacob's direction. She was now the sole focus of two Seed brothers as an unusual feeling spread through her body, limbs turning to lead as the warmth weighed her down.

"You're nervous," John's close proximity caging her in as his finger wagged towards her in thought. "Accelerated heartbeat, flushed skin. Such an enticing state," he noted as he stopped in front of her.

It was humiliating, Johns words left her stunned, her hands coming up to trace her own cheeks. The burn of red skin penetrated her fingertips as she felt the flush travel down her neck.

"Have you never received attention from a male?" A true curiosity taking over John's smooth voice.

"What? Unwanted attention from psychotic murderers. Definitely not." She was become tense with his questions, lashing out sarcastically to avoid the truth it held. Tightly hugging herself to avoid further embarrassment.

John smiled then as he looked over to his brother, both men gave a short chuckle at her innocence. Her skittishness causing her to flinch at the unexpected sound while she tried to avoid looking directly at either man.

"So, I take it you know who we are," amusement clear in Jacob's rough tone from behind her. But she would not answer him, distracted by the Seed in front of her as he extended his hand up towards her face. Her breathing coming out laboured as their skin made contact.

"I think the psychotic label is a bit groundless now the world is ending above our heads, don't you?" his gaze locked back onto her's as his fingers gripped her chin to angle it up, only releasing once she submitted with her eyes, "why not tell us your name at least?"

After a few beats of caution she relented, "Brie, "the quiet murmur was all she wanted to divulge.

"I imagine that's short for something? Come on, don't make me guess...hmmm, well then. Let me see, could it be... Brianna... Aubrey... Gabriella.." her eyes flickered to the side as her back went ridged.

"Ah, Gabriella is it? A lovely name.."

"Gabriel," she cut his charming attempts short, "My father wanted a son." She was painfully aware that her name was not meant to be feminine when it was given to her at birth.

"Well, that is interesting," John trailed his eyes over her, "a divine name for God's messenger."

"Joseph was right, not the lost little lamb we thought you were," Jacob added into the conversation, both men talking about her but not to her.

"A gift in disguise perhaps?" John walked around her to Jacob, she was now being completely ignored.

While they pondered the meaning of her existence, Gabriel slowly moved towards the corridor. She wanted nothing more than to get away from these crazies. The apocalypse outside had no sway on her view of these siblings, their treacherous past told her everything.

"Whatever the reason, it was definitely not by accident," Jacob agreed.

Moving closer she was confident of sliding past their looming figures while their attention waning. Going somewhere safer and quieter. Before Gabriel made it through the door though, they both turned to watch her. Jacob still leaning against the wash basin and John hanging back beside him.

Gabriel froze, fully expecting to be crash tackled to the floor but the two Seeds just smiled cunningly. Her bones seized together, body rigid as John's eyes flickered over her shoulder. Someone was behind her.

There was no reason to be surprised by Joseph's presence, it wasn't a very big bunker and the other two were clearly waiting on him. When she turned to acknowledge the obstacle in her way, she couldn't seem to meet his eyes. Her head remained lowered, but that may have been a grieve mistake.

The leaders hands were covered in blood, it travelled all the way up his arms and splashed out from his naked torso. The substance was unmistakable... it had to have been her father's.

She could feel herself shake, the bile building slowly as it burnt a path upwards as her eyes followed ever trail of red on his tattooed skin. it splattered upwards along his chest and she followed it as the crime scattered out over his chin. That's when their eyes finally met, a fleeting instant of unstable intensity, pulled tight like a rubber band she was ready to snap but her stomach kicking her out of the super. She barrelled backwards, turning in the process to push the brothers in her desperate goal to reach the basin. A meagre amount of stomach acid and food made its way out but her body kept trying to expel the image through her mouth. Finally the dry heaving subsided, and she was acutely aware of a hand on her shoulder.