All To
Survive
By Kyizi
Rating: PG-13
Summary: When disaster strikes can the survivors live in a desolate world without the people they've lost?
Spoilers: Various. There won't be anything major, but this was started a long time ago, so the spoilers will be for around 2000/2001/2002, not really spoilers anymore. Other than that this is obviously completely AU.
Timeline: The main change to timeline is that
Ivory never left and she was drafted to Smackdown! And Lita wasn't injured. The
roster split did happen, hence the two different settings.
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Notes: As I mentioned, this was started a long time ago, so if I get anything wrong, let me know!xxxxx
Part One
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She hugged her legs, closing here eyes and burying her head in her knees, waiting. Waiting until the noise of scampering feet faded away. The sound of manic laughter was echoing eerily through the air as she held her breath, the stench finally becoming too much. After a few moments silence, she slowly allowed herself to uncurl, creeping forward cautiously, not allowing herself the luxury of standing.
The rubble to her left creaked a little and she stopped, hoping that it would hold a little longer, at least until she was out of the danger path. They had known that it would fall soon, Jeff had warned her to stay away, but it was the path with the least bodies, the one she felt safest, at least in the humane sense.
She looked up at the darkening sky, the tinge of yellow fading quickly and she knew she had to get out of harms way before They found her. She made her way quickly around the edge of the building, the broken city opening out before her. For as far as the eye could see there was rubble. Masses of broken stone upon stone, covering up body upon body. There were skeleton trees everywhere, trees that seemed to have life in the bitter, painful wind; trees that seemed to moan in agony at the world surrounding them. But they were dead. Everything was dead.
At first, they had tried to help, had tried to save everyone they could, but it didn't take them long to realise that there wasn't anyone to save. All they had succeeded in doing was giving themselves more bodies to look at, more graves to dig until it was too painful to even think about going on. It was the children that shook her the most, the small bodies battered and broken, some distorted in such a way that they looked more like little goblins than children. And the toys; it seemed silly that something as simple as a child's teddy, a Barbie doll or a toy car could reduce her to tears, but it did. It was a painful reminder of everything that had been lost. Of all the young lives that had been lost. She often wished she could give up her life to save at least one of theirs, but then she looked at what was left of their world and she knew she wouldn't wish it on anyone, least of all a child.
There was a noise behind her; a sharp scuttling and she froze, waiting to see if it repeated itself. It did and it wasn't alone. Refusing to let her panic overwhelm her, she darted to the nearest pile of rubble, quickly working her way beneath it, refusing to let the stench make her feel ill. She knew what was under the stones with her but she also knew that the smell of rotting flesh was the only thing that would mask her from Them.
She began to take quick, shallow breaths through her mouth, refusing to turn to her left. Her arm had brushed on something and she wouldn't let herself see it. Wouldn't let herself try to imagine who they had been, what life they had lived. Had they had a family? Children? A house? Had they been happy with their life? She couldn't do it to herself. Not again.
The scuttling came so close she could see movement next to the small gap by her head. She had closed it as much as she could, but any further and she would have trapped herself in. She'd done that before and the memories were all too vivid. Feeling herself begin to panic she forced her mind to a happier time, tried to recall some fond memories of her life before The Burning. It didn't help. All she wanted to do when she recalled those faces was cry. They were gone, they were all gone; all but the four of them, and Lita had never felt so alone.
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