A/N: So I kind of hate Beatrice. I'm sorry, but I can't help it! I get that she was Rasmus' first everything but the fact is she was constantly lying! Maybe it's just me but did anyone else notice that her eye did this weird twitchy blink thing before she pointed out the house to Martin? Then there is her lack of eye contact or almost blank tone with the emotional stories she told both him and Rasmus. Also, she only looked at them a few times (a second or two at most) during those conversations. I'm pretty sure the only things that were real was she lived with her parents, her birthed her at home and she might have had a little sister as those are the only things even semi-consistent in her stories.

She mentioned going to the cinema before it rained and then coming out to find everything was gone when she talked with Rasmus after being separated from the others in Copenhagen. So what about the other people that were there? Or how about the fact that we know it rained for hours as it was still raining during Simone's break down after her getting Rasmus to sleep their first night in the bunker. Here's another one, Patrick fell asleep in his car while parked near the beach after getting high as fuck, when his dad gave it to him and basically told him to fuck off. Now, how is it that when he wakes the sun is shining through the clouds high as hell so maybe morning or noonish as the clouds recede and his car is only somewhat dry as we can see a few drops still there.

Also that phone call Beatrice mentions just doesn't make sense. The first message her father told Beatrice that her mother was sick. The 2nd was him telling her he felt strange and not to come home. The third was just silent. It was silent? Really? How did a dead man or a man puking, rasping, seizing, and screaming as we see them do call your ass yet not make a lick of noise on that message? Anyone got an answer for me?

Month 4 [Beatrice, Lea, and Jean]

There was three of them. They chased after them, they needed those supplies if they were going to make it.

"Run they'll kill us!" The dark haired girl's voice screamed out to the other runners.

"Who are they?" A young man's voice called.

"Stop or I'll shoot!" Martin yelled. The only male of the group with a head of wild blond curls trips over a fallen branch.

"Run!" Screams the dark haired girl again.

"My glasses!" The boy yells

"Get up!" The blond girl tells him. She raises her arms in surrender praying that those chasing them won't kill them.

"Stop!" He warns the one girl still running

"My glasses! I lost my glasses!" The boy looks for them on the ground unable to see in front of him. "Wait!"

Martin releases a warning shot and the dark haired girl in the gold jacket freezes. "You stay there! You, up! Come on!"

"Stay there." Patrick says coming behind the dark haired girl. "Nice and easy. Nice and easy." He pushes her forward lightly using a thick branch he had picked up but still with enough force to move her.

"Patrick, you've got her?"

"Yea"

"Leave us the fuck alone. What do you want?"

"Grab their stuff."

"Yea."

"Give me that." The dark haired girl rips the large bag away from the blonde boy she'd been traveling with. "You can't have it!"

"Put it down. Put it down!" Martin yells at her.

"No."

"Just take her out."

"Put the fucking bag down."

"Just shoot me. There's no food in there anyway."

"Just put it down." Martin demands staring her down and she does so.

"I can show you where there's food." He lowers the gun.

"We should just take their stuff. She's full of shit." Patrick tell him.

"If she is, we'll know soon enough." He walks past, watching her and silently signals Ida to follow them.

Ida reveals herself as they walk into the greenhouse.

"Who the hell are you?" The dark haired girl, Beatrice asks hostilely.

"Names Ida. I'm with them." She gives a sarcastic smile, not liking the girl one bit and follows them inside.

"Just sit down. Weren't you hungry?" Beatrice comes from gathering wood for a fire.

"We try to keep our distance from people. Especially those who might be infected." Patrick says looking at her warily.

"You didn't mind stealing our stuff."

"Your stuff isn't infected." Ida calls from where she watches them.

"They have zero chance of survival." Patrick tells Martin as they watch them. "We should ditch them in the morning." Beatrice listens in on their conversation unaware that Ida knows exactly what she is doing while Lea, the blonde haired girl prays with Jean, the curly haired boy.

"Go ahead and eat." Lea says.

"Thanks." Patrick says. "So where did you learn to cook?"

"My mom" Jean tells him

"Was she a chef or something? Was that a stupid question"

"No." Ida tells Patrick before turning to Jean, all the while keeping a subtle eye on Beatrice. "Tell us about your mom."

"His name is Jean. His mom named him after Jeanne d'Arc because she hated men. Right? Oh, please tell us about the time she made you wear a dress to school"

Martin laughs with the others until he feels the girl staring at him again. He could admit she was somewhat pretty but in comparison to his Bella she was little to look at. If anything her stare made him uncomfortable and he shifted in his seat turning his eyes away from her. If I don't pay her any mind, she'll get the hint.

"Stop, Lea." Jean said embarrassed at her mentioning it.

"Sorry"

"You fucking suck, Lea."

"Hey, whose that Yen Dark fella?" Patrick asks sending Lea and Ida laughing again.

Rain falls in the night, pitter-pattering again the greenhouse as the group sleeps as Beatrice lays awake. She looks over to where Martin lays sleeping, a plan forming in her mind. He was too innocent. He was the quiet type that was either still a virgin or had only slept with one girl who he planned to spend the rest of his life with until the rain came and killed her. She was sure she could have him wrapped around her pinkie finger with just a quick fuck. She took a quick look around. Everyone's asleep. She stood and made her way to the separate area he had claimed slightly away from the rest of them. It was even better this way since the others wouldn't know.

She walked up to his side quietly and took in the sight of him laying there. Her hands reached out to unzip his pants and he shifted, mumbling "Belle". She pauses but when he settles a moment later she climbs onto the table he's sleeping on, slowly crawling her way over him, careful not to make a sound. Martin startles feeling something graze his leg.

"Shh. Shh." She put a finger to his lips as he blinks up at her. Her hand reaches down to pull him out and the moment her hand touches him, he throws her off of him. His dream of Bella having turned into a living nightmare when he woke up to her above him. He glares down at Beatrice as she stares up in shock at his rejection. How am I going to explain this to Bella? There's no way I can't tell her. The click of a gun being cocked is heard and both their heads snap to the direction it came from. Ida stands there gun aimed at Beatrice.

"Time to go, hoe." Ida tells her as she stands there in the dark glaring the bitch who had damn near raped her friend and surrogate sister's boyfriend while he was sleeping. She'd been half asleep when she heard the creek of the wood shifting. It had taken her a few moments to realize there wasn't an immediate threat to herself but her first instinct was still to grab her gun. It was as she saw Martin's drowsy voice mumble her friend's name that she caught sight of the girl climbing over him but through the clear glass she could see he was clearly sleeping or at least he was until she made the wrong move. Though getting her ass up to do so in the first place was all a mistake.

"The three of us will go on alone. It's safer in smaller groups." Martin says, each group standing a few feet away.

"I just thought we could be in this together." Beatrice says lowly enough to be heard by Martin and Ida. Ida scoffs, dark eyes narrowed at the girl while Martin shifts uncomfortable yet sympathizing with the would be rapist. I bet this is why Bella asked me to look after him when we left for training. He's such a fucking bleeding heart. "I have a secret. I grew up down there." Beatrice nods her head toward a small yellow house with a blue metal roof, located just down the hill.

"Seriously?" Martin asks looking over at it. It reminds him a bit of his grandparents home in Haslev.

"I was born there too."

"You were?"

"Well then, why don't you go have a look at it?" Ida cuts in her, as Bella called it, bitch smile plastered on.

"I haven't been there since the rain." Beatrice paused before continuing, blinking twice as she spoke. "My mom saved me. She told me to stay indoors and not go out. I saw them die."

"Your parents?"

"And my little sister."

"I'm sorry." No. No. No. Ida thought to herself as she looked at the girl carefully positive she was lying but having no proof other than her gut.

"So are we moving on guys?" Patrick called out.

"Yea. But they're coming with us."

"Shit." Ida mumbles, shaking her head as she walks. Fucking bleeding heart.

Month 6 [Bella-Donna]

Six months, three weeks and five days. It took nearly 7 fucking months for them to make it to Haslev. Martin worried that if Bella was still out there she may have left already. He knew their town was somewhat a decent size though small, holding a population just over 11,000. Much of that population came form the two boarding schools and colleges though (through students dorming and professors living in the area). It was as they walked through the town bodies littering the streets as festive lights were hung around that he remembered the annual jazz festival. The festival had begun taking place when he was a kid after Jesper Bodilsen had received a Django d'Or [The Golden Django] for best performer in the early 2000's. He still remembers taking Bella to the one last year.

His hand reaches into his interior jacket pocket and pulls our the photo. Her red hair in smooth curls laying over her shoulder in a floral dress and heels while he had worn a tee with denim button up over it and jeans. He'd thought he was an idiot when he saw her there so dressed up but she had just laughed and said she liked it. His grandfather had taken the photo of them together when he caught sight of the two of them. He could still remember his words now.

"Martin, you listen here boy. You marry that girl because if you don't, you'll regret it the rest of your life. I let your grandmother go once and it was the biggest mistake of my life. As horrible it is to say Willem Gren dying in Germany is the only reason I ever got my second chance with her."

"She's hot." Patrick's voice came from his side before the picture was ripped from his hand.

"Who is she?" Beatrice asked, voice tight.

"My girlfriend./His girlfriend." Martin spoke not once pausing aside from a moment to retrieve the photo. Ida speaking at the same time, bitch smile full on.

"She also happens to be my best friend."

"She looks lovely, Martin." Lea tells him hesitantly. "Is that why we're here?"

"Yes." He didn't bother saying anything else.

"Bella is the reason Martin and I survived. She managed to call us just before the rain reached Randers, told us not to get wet. The rain hit after she made it home. She saw Martin's grandparents die."

It wasn't long before they reached the small street and came to the cottage. The interior not at all like his memory. Dust covered much of the furniture and flowers from the garden kept in vases were black with death, petals having fallen or ready to crumble at the slightest touch. He raced up the steps only to find a note pinned to her bedroom door. He pulled the note off and reads it, heart pounding so loud it's as though drums are pounding.

You can find me at sunset
at the place we first kissed
when it does not rain.

With Love & Hope, B.W.

His hand passes across the letters and create a small smudge. Gel pen. She was here today! He looks out the window to find the sun already setting and runs out and down the steps.

"Martin!" Ida calls after him as he races past her, a look of pure joy across his face and she chases after him, the others following quickly behind. He is about 3 dozen yards away when he hears a scream that leaves him terrified.

"Get off of me!" Bella's scream is followed by the loud clap of flesh being struck. He can see a man's back leaned over and a jean clad leg kicking upward, a struggle is happening as choking fills the air.

"Bella!" He screams out hand at his gun as her magic lashes out throwing the man away from her and off the gazebo, the force of her magic and his weight breaking the railing. Her hand reaches up to her throat as she coughs and he runs past the man to her. "Belle" he collapses next to her, pulling her into his arms and lifting her chin so he can look at her. Green eyes wide as she looks back and he presses kiss after kiss across her face.

"Martin. You're here. You're finally here." She rasps out.

"Was that?"

"Mr. Lowell, the grade school teacher." His arms tightened around her and he pressed another kiss to her head.

"Belle!" Ida took in the sight of the man with the wood of the small fence, built to contain the seasonal flowers that likely grew within at one point, bloodied as it exited his chest. Blood dribbling out the side of his mouth. She looked at her friends. "He wasn't?"

"No. He ju- just wanted me to stay with him."