A/N: Holy shit, you guys! So, with including the next chapter I just wrote (ok, typed) over 8000 words since the last update for this which was Chapter 8 for Fanfiction or for those of you on Wattpad/Ao3 Skipping Time 1. And that is pure story without including the notes. I need a nap!
I have a question! So currently we are in season 1 but the thing is for those of us who have watched The Rain we know there were only 14 episodes which spanned the entire 2 seasons. BTW, we are currently halfway through episode 2! Anyways here is my question.
Do you want me to write Dødsregn with my spin and ending from what we know now?
OR
Do you want me to write using what we know up to the end of season 2 and then wait until season 3 comes out to continue on, with my own twists and turns being added in?
Year 6
"This is stupid" The tall strawberry blonde says as his sister finishes trimming his hair and begins shaving his face.
"What is?" The blonde bob-haired women asks him before rinsing the razor of the foam.
"You shaving me."
"You want to do it?" She asks him holding the razor out.
"No, I don't even have a beard"
"No, but you have fuzz. Don't they say you get a beard once you've shaved?" She continues, finally making it halfway.
"Why did you lie?" He eyes look at her through the mirror and she pauses.
"About what?"
"About when we're leaving?"
"I didn't lie." she shakes her head. "We're still waiting"
"It's been years."
"Yea, but Dad"
"Dad's not coming. He's probably dead. Mom's dead."
"No."
"And we'll die too. Yea. You keep pretending everything's okay but we're running out of food." She stutters trying to thi8nk of an answer.
"We're waiting for him to return. Mus, he said he'd come back. H-he, he said" Rasmus strikes the mirror once and then keeps going, glass shattering.
"I want to get out of here."
"Rasmus is right. We're running out of food. We can't stay here any longer. I'm going outside. I have to see what's out there before I take Rasmus with me. I'll take care of him. If there's nothing out there, we-we'll head for the next bunker." Simone speaks to the hazmat suit before walking out and making sure Rasmus is asleep for the night. Quickly finding something to right with she goes to one of the glass doors leading to the kitchen area and writes.
RASMUS, DU MA IKKE GA UD! VENT !
RASMUS, DON'T GO OUT! WAIT!
Simone grabs one of the suits quickly putting it on before walking up the steps to the bunker's entrance. She can hear her mother's screams echoing in her ears as she looks at the ground where she had last seen her, though no trace remains. The memory of her seizing and the pain on her face flashing to the forefront of her mind, seeing it as though it was once more happening right there in front of her. She breathes heavily and leans down touching the ground with her covered hands and looks up. She falls back at the sight of a deer in front of her before slowly moving to get back up, eyes watching the animal for any sign of attack as she backs away.
It doesn't take long to find the road and come across a building with writing on its side and arrows pointing to the right, she follows it. "Hello? Anybody out here?"
OPSAMLING 2500M -
PICK-UP LOCATION 2500M -
The road itself has even been painted with the distance as she continues on until at last she comes across what appears to be a hospital. "Hello? Hello? Is anybody there?" Simone calls out as she walks inside. Directions are painted on the lobby floor, the arrow pointing upward and to the right.
OPSAMLING 100M /
PICK-UP LOCATION 100M /
"Hello?" She follows the arrows and upon turning sees a desk followed by a number of hospital beds and rooms. As she walks down the hall she looks in through the glass windows of the rooms. The first she sees a blacked corpse, once blue and gold velcro sneakers at the feet blackened by age, exposure, and dust. The corpse is that of a little boy that would have been far too young. Her father's voice begins to echo through her head, her mother's following it in opposition.
The world is sick. I can stop it.
Her breathing becomes heavy and as she looks away and continues she hears a crunch beneath her feet. Looking down she sees rotted clothing and bones. She steps back and turns away, her flash light landing on a nearby hospital bed where yet another rotted corpse lays. This one an adult likely a woman by the length of the hair remaining. The corpse's skeleton nearly fully revealed aside from the upper section of the ribs where the chest would be located, which have some sort of calsified remains covering it.
We can save millions of lives.
What do you mean?
Simone soon comes across a larger room where corpse after corpse lays. She tries to move through and past it quickly. "Hello?"
The world is sick. I can stop it.
It's a virus. You don't know what the consequences are.
We can save millions of lives. It's time to release it.
A memory of Rasmus when they believed he was sick and dying, no hope of survival, flashes across her mind. She remembers him taking a breath, able to finally breathe comfortable on his own after that day her father had come home with his new medicine. His first breath had been large, lifting his chest high, and clear of any pain or strain.
That's insane.
"Is anybody there?" Simone says reaching another hallway before looking into another room. Her breathing heavy as she walks in, staring down at the floor. The floor where the corpse of a child lies. She lifts her flash-light looking around and finding bunk beds. Small corpses and old toys for children about. Her light landing on a small stuffed bunny so much like the one Rasmus had when he was a little boy of 4.
You don't know the consequences.
It kills multi-resistant bacteria.
Her breathing is rough as she backs out and she aims her light down the hall before freezing. A feral dog watching her. It growls at her and she gasps. The dog snaps its teeth and she runs, the dog chasing after her.
Beeping sounds through the bunker and Rasmus turns on his side.
BeepBeepBeepBeepBeepBeepBeepBeep
"Simone? Simone. Simone!" Rasmus calls rising from bed and walks into her room turning off the alarm signaling that it is now 7:30 AM. He walks out of the room and looks to the kitchen. He sighs as he sits. "Why didn't you stop the alarm?"
"Rasmus. Listen, we can't stay here."
"What?" Rasmus looks at his older sister, sure that he had heard her wrong.
"We're leaving tomorrow." She tells him.
"What do you mean?" Was she serious? Does she really mean what I think she does? He thinks.
"Because. . . there's nothing out there."
"What are you talking about?"
"Dad told me to take care of you. He said I should protect you but I can't protect you because there is nothing!" Simone tells him, eyes watering.
"You went outside." He says more than questions.
"Yes and it's just shit. There's nothing out there for us. There's no one out there. Everyone's gone! An-and I'm sorry but all we can do is head to the next bunker and then we'll be locked up down there, but that's all I can do." Simone says, snot running down her nose and she lifts her arm to wipe it away. "Mus, I-I can't do anything. I can't do anything but I can't do it alone."
"Hey." Rasmus stands from his chair. "Don't worry. You're not alone. I'm here too. Alright? You don't have to look after me anymore. We look after each other." Simone nods as a tear falls and Rasmus pulls her into a hug letting her go a short while later. "Listen, I just want to see the sky again, just for five minutes." Simone smiles, seeing his own smile. "Tomorrow?" Rasmus laughs in excitement as he sits back down.
Beeping from alarms begin all around the bunker. The tablet lying on the small nightstand near the siblings doing so as well.
WARNING!
AIRVENTS BLOCKED
OXYGEN LEVEL CRITICAL
Rasmus wakes, gasping. The room spinning around him as he tries to grab his baring. "Simone!" He shakes her but she doesn't answer. "I can't breathe! We can't breathe down here!" He drags her through the bunker and up the stairs to the entrance. "Simone! Breathe! Simone! Simone! How do you open this? Come on!" He bangs against the door before looking to the side and finding a small box coming out the wall. He presses his hand to it but nothing happens. "Come on! Why isn't this working!" The alarms continue blaring all the while until a computerized voice speaks.
EMERGENCY OVERRIDE.
OPENING DOORS.
EMERGENCY OVERRIDE.
OPENING DOORS.
Rasmus turns as the doors lift. Wind blowing in his first breath of fresh air in years. He brags Simone along before collapsing to the ground. He can hear her gasping as she draws in air but he doesn't look at her. Instead he looks up at the trees reaching up into the sky that he hasn't seen in years. He presses his fingers into the mossy green beneath him and sighs as he feels the cool squishiness of it in his hands as it crumbles.
Simone breathes, catching her breath before looking up after hearing a clicking noise. She sees masked strangers moving towards them, one of which with a large gun pointed at them. She grabs Rasmus, pulling him back and towards the bunker. "Who are those people?" Rasmus asks as she pulls him up.
"Stop!" A man's voice yells, rifle leveled at them as he stands. Simone is still unsteady however and so steps about dizzily. "Stop moving!"
"We- We won't do anything!"
"Go! Go back! Go on. Go on, get in!" He screams at them until they're back inside. "Shut up! Go! Stop there! Stop! Stay there!" He orders once finally in the center room of the bunker, four people following and spreading out behind him. "Are you alone?"
"Yes." She says leaning forward, hands up in surrender.
"Come any closer and I'll kill you. got it?" He says and she immediately leans back. "In there! Go!" He orders her into the room behind them, and gives those with him orders to spread out. "And you two stay there! So you won't infect us."
"We- we're not infected. We haven't been out. We've been here for six years."
"We saw you in town." He says before closing the door and locking them in, a chair placed under the door knob to secure it.
"Who are they? Simone you said there was no one outside."
Martin looks around seeing the lit Apollon sign hanging on the wall. He can't help remembering the man who was like a father to him and turns away. "We've got five minutes or we risk getting caught down here."
Beatrice looks towards the door where Simone is banging her hand. She can't hear what the girl is saying though it's clear from the way her mouth is moving that she's being pretty loud in there. She tries to ignore it, knowing that she's already skating on thin ice as it is after Martin and Lea heard the comments she made about Bella-Donna when speaking aloud to herself.
"Bingo!" Jean spoke lowly to himself as he finds a bag of dried food. He opens it and quickly bites one of the bars.
"Jean! Have you found anything?" Martin's voice calls out to him from nearby.
"No, Not yet." Jean calls back taking one more quick bit before putting it back in the bag and stuffing it inside his jacket.
"We'll get out again Rasmus."
"I just want to see the sky."
"Rasmus. Rasmus listen to me." Simone reaches out to grab his arm but he pulls away.
"Just leave me alone. I just want to get out. Now!" Rasmus sits in the corner of the room, arms wrapped around his legs. "I don't want to be down here. I don't want to be down here again."
"Hey, breathe, calm down. We'll get out again. We just need to find a way to talk to them."
"He said he was gonna kill you."
"Rasmus. We have to do something. I have an idea"
Beatrice looks towards the door again, the girl yet again knocking on the thick glass. She looks around before moving toward it. She shakes her head, she can't hear the blonde. She presses her hand up in a wait signal and moves back before returning with a marker.
SIMONE
She write on the glass before tapping a finger pointing at her. She slowly sounds out her name. "BEE-AH-TRIS. BEE-AH-TRIS." Finally the girls lips move forming her name and she nods. She erases the name and draws a question mark. Moving close, Beatrice breathes against the glass and uses her finger to write.
MAD/ FOOD
"Beatrice, our five minutes have passed. Guys, come on! We have to move." Martin says irritated as she was supposed to alert everyone when their time was up here. "Get away from the door. There's not a scrap of food here." Patrick comes forward seeing his friends irritation. "Check one last time in here for food. Than let's go." Martin tells him, nodding his head toward the kitchen area.
"Martin, what about them?" The girl trapped inside looking between them, mouth moving but going unheard.
"They're dead weight." Martin says looking at Beatrice. He needs to get back to Bella, this entire day was a bust. Hopefully her and Ida had better luck at the camp they made a few miles out. He gathers the others and they begin to leave. Beatrice looks back at the door as the girls pounds away at it in panic. "You know the rules. Five minutes in and out." Beatrice moves towards him before pausing.
"When did we start killing innocent people? I wonder, if your little Belle was here would it be the same? What do you think she'll have to say?" She tells him, her eyes unwavering.
Martin grits his teeth. "You wonder whether or not she'll believe the word of a compulsive liar who nearly got her killed? Don't forget Beatrice, the only reason you're still with us is because Bella didn't want to make Lea have to choose. If it wasn't for her, you'd be gone."
"No! No! You can't go! Don't go!" Simone yells, pounding at the door as she sees the last of them, the man with the gun, their leader turn to leave.
"They can't just leave us here." Rasmus says as Simone turns away from the door and moves in his direction.
"Food. They need food. Ok." She grabs the tablet which has control of the bunker and shuts down the lights. She bangs at the door holding the tablet to the glass and sees as the man moves back in her direction. When a few feet away she turns the lights back on. Simone grabs the marker and writes.
BUNKERE MAD. / BUNKERS. FOOD.
He moves in, coming closer and she holds up the tablet revealing that there are more bunkers before backing away from the door.
He taps at the glass trying to get her to move closer but she lifts the tablet and throws it as hard as she can to the hard floor, breaking it. Simone lifts her hand and taps at her head signaling that she knows where they are, as he watches her pissed off.
"So, where's the bunker?"
"This way." They followed behind by several feet.
"There's a road up there. Which way?" Martin asks the girl leading them around. He was uncomfortable with this. They were heading pretty close to where Bella and Ida had set up camp for them after finding enough room to hide the trailer. He couldn't be thankful enough not only for Bella's magic but that her father had taught her engineering. She knew exactly how to keep everything working.
With her knowledge she'd been able to magic her truck's motor to run on electricity and connected it into the solar panels embedded along the roof of the trailer. Her magic managed to keep anyone from stealing them but with her also made sure everything worked. The trailer held a rain collector with a massive filter that was hooked into the trailers plumbing. Though they chose to distill it manually as well as her magic did not allow her to trust Beatrice or Jean with the knowledge of what she could do though she had shown hints of it to Lea. Still the water was used only to drink or cook and occasionally clean themselves with a wet rag as clean water was still a commodity and the collector could only be magically expanded to be twice its actual size internally without being damaged. Bella worried that water she magicked would hold the virus as it didn't simply just appear but was produced by joining oxygen and hydrogen atoms. With the rain holding the virus it was entirely possible she would end up with the poison.
Her magic was likely the only reason they weren't starving as she used it to find food that was not only still edible but those that had been hidden away as well. Their largest find to date had nearly filled the expanded storage and kept them going for months only running low days ago. She had found it inside a hidden cellar of a small market. It had held what had to be thousands of canned goods, nearly 100 pounds of pasta and a few hundred pounds of rice. All of which had gone completely untouched thanks to the metal surround. It had kept them going for months thanks to her rationing, only running low enough to cause worry for the future these past few days as despite their continuous efforts food was scarce if not having been completely picked off in several areas.