A/N: So there's a 6 year period in which is just completely skipped over aside from the little zooming it down showing how the Andersen kids grow a garden, Simone cuts her hair Rasmus suddenly appears a 17 year old, and flashbacks in later episodes. I will be skipping over most of (possibly all of) the Andersen's time in the bunker. I might choose to do flashbacks to that time if people ask for it but honestly it's not like they can do anything they stayed there for 6 years, never leaving until Simone finally acknowledged the fact they couldn't stay any longer.

This chapter and the next (as it came up to almost 3000 words before separating them yet still not done) will be the only ones regarding this 6 year period to introduce the characters making up the group, so basically them meeting and forming the group. Anything else will simply be flashbacks if requested or that I so randomly choose to include because it popped into my head.

1 Day After 1st Rain

They wouldn't let them leave to check on their families. Ida had managed to call her brother before the network went down only to hear him say their parents had collapsed before he himself began choking, followed by the silence of his death. He had tried again and again to reach Bella since but the network was never reestablished. He hoped she was safe. It was a short while later that the two of them and a number of others were gathered to rally at check points. He had joined the one that would bring them the closest to Haslev and therefore Donna. Approximately 80 miles away from her.

He sat as they rode down the road just watching the passing landscape. "Hey. Hey. Just breathe ok. Take it easy." He told the boy next to him.

"Yes." The blonde nodded and slowly calmed.

"What you got there?"

"Its a periscope. Per-iscope. Like my name. Funny isn't it?" The soldier across him near Ida said.

"That's not a periscope, Per." Ida said.

"It's a kaleidoscope, you idiot." He said, chuckling along with the others.

"Not so funny after all." Per said. "Here." He handed it to him "You take it."

"Good. Ok, listen up!" Their commanding officer told them. "Anyone who hasn't been in quarantine isn't allowed to cross the safe line. We still don't know the incubation period of the disease. If you see anyone who has been exposed to infected people or to the rain, then you must order them to keep away from you or you risk getting infected yourselves. If that is not respected, you're allowed to open fire."

"We can open fire?" Martin questions, turning to look at the man incredulously.

"You're allowed to do whatever the situation requires. Follow me, you're first on watch." Ida looks at him, worried but nods.

He was playing with the kaleidoscope from atop the bridge road when he caught sight of something. "What the hell is that?" A woman with long dark straight hair walked toward his direction, in the direction of the safe-line. He grabbed his assault rifle. "Go back! This area is sealed off!" He shouted. "Just leave." he whispered before firing off a warning shot. "Go back!" he screamed. "Listen to me. Turn back." He mumbled before looking at her through his scope and finding she held a baby in her arms. "I'm counting to 3!" He yelled out at her.

"One!"

"Two! Go Back! Please go!"

Don't make me shoot you!" His scope caught sight of the baby's face momentarily as she was about to pass beneath the bridge he stood atop and he couldn't do it. He jogged to the other side. "Hey, listen! You can't go through here. Go back! I . . ." The woman ignored him as she kept walking forward. He tried to aim again but couldn't find it in him to do so and slowly sat to the ground, putting his rifle down. He put his face into his hands trying to calm. Bella, wherever you are I hope you're safe. It would be another hour or so when it would happen.

[Radio Static Crackling] Martin you have to come. Come quickly. Something terrible has happened. . . . a baby . . . Help Martin.

He heard Per's voice come over his radio and ran to the camp. Please be alright! It was on his approach he saw them. They were lying there, dead. The boy who had been panicking on the road, lips blue and liquid at the side of his mouth. His commanding officer sat in the vehicle's driver seat with a single leg hanging down from the seat as if he had been exiting, eyes closed and white foam stuck to his lower lip and beard. "Hello?" he called out.

"Martin!" Per's voice called from within the tent.

"Per? Is that you? Is Ida in there with you?"

"Martin!"

"Coming!" He pulled the cap from his head and held it over his nose and mouth as he walked in. He could see his fellow soldiers all along the floor and at the desks having collapsed where they were. It was upon nearly reaching the end he saw her. The woman he had been unable to shoot lying dead. He did this.

"Martin, did you let her through?" He saw Per hiding behind a flipped over table, assault rifle at the ready.

"Why?"

"She was sick. I was just away for a moment and then everyone was dead. She appeared out of no where. I don't know where Ida is."

"Did you touch her?"

"No. "

"We need to go. We need to get out of here now and we need to find Ida. Just put down the gun. Put it down." Per did as he was told but it was the words that came from Per's mouth that froze him.

"We have to bring the child." He glanced towards the woman again and he realized it then. She was laying on the ground perfectly flat. There was no way there was an infant beneath her.

"What? Per, did you touch the baby?"

"No, I'm taking care of her." Per went to crawl a few feet away and Martin looked over finding the wet head of an infant that was wrapped in the lilac blanket. It was upon looking back at Per he noticed the sheen of sweat on his forehead.

"Leave her. Just leave her now!"

"No!" he said breathing heavily and Martin stepped back eyes wide in fear as Per began coughing, spewing bile before collapsing. Gasping and retching as he attempted to stand only to fall back as Martin slowly backed away in horror until he was outside the tent. I did this. I did this.

"Martin?" Ida called from atop the hill, gun in hand as she looked down taking in the bodies. "What happened?"

"Where were you? Were you here when the woman came?"

"What woman? They sent me in the other direction to watch from above. Captain called me back. What happened?"

"we need to go."

"Martin? Martin, tell me!" She grabbed him by the arm once close enough.

"I was stupid! I. . . She had a baby and I- I couldn't do it and sh-" He slid his hand down his face. "She was infected."

"She infected the others."

"It's my fault."

"Martin, no." He tried to interrupt her. "Martin, look! She isn't out here! She's in the tent! They couldn't shoot her either."

"I need to find Bella." He tells her.

"We need to find Bella and we will. Her hocus-pocus will keep her safe until we get there." She hopes she's right. Martin won't survive otherwise.

3 Weeks After 1st Rain [Patrick]

The had made it into a small city and hoped to commandeer a vehicle. Ida had said a mechanic shop would be their best shot. Low risk of running into anyone and more chance of finding a vehicle that didn't need to be damaged to get into along with access to fuel. They had arrived at a decent sized shop and settled in for the night after securing the area.

It was the next morning however as Ida searched the cars as he stood guard that a car pulled up smoke coming from the motor. A man exited and kicked the tires. "Stupid piece of shit!"

"I think it's dead." Martin tells him rifle aimed at him.

"Why are you pointing that thing at me?"

"Why are you driving a shitty car?" The boy shrugs arms flailing down to his side as one reaches into his pocket quickly pulling out a box of cigs. Martin watches.

"Can I get a light?"

"If you don't shoot me."

"I won't if you pass one here." Ida says walking in, a key ring spinning around her finger. "Found a car."