The door slammed closed behind her. She saw her son, her only son, huddled in a corner, screaming-going insane. It was all her fault. If only she'd waited just another minute to tell him. She wouldn't have to bear being at fault for her son turning into one of those monsters.

She loved him with all her heart. She really did love him. She wished she had never given him to Effie. Effie. . .

If he would have just kept him safe, then this wouldn't be happening. She could have found him then. He would have been be safe. He wouldn't be with these strangers. He wouldn't have been bitten. Forced into a monster. Something that everyone feared.

If Effie could have just done what he was told. To keep her son safe. Then everything would have been fine. They would've made memories. Her, BonBon, and Effie. A family. They could have been a family. But all thanks to Effie, that was never going to happen. Why couldn't he have just done what she had told him and kept her son safe?

It was his fault. Not hers.

She had heard him banging on the door. Screaming for her. For her. Not for BonBon. Her son was in pain. Her son was going insane. He was dying.

Effie didn't care.

But she did.

She slowly inched her way towards BonBon. He screamed louder and tried pushing himself further into the corner, just as he had attempted before. She continued to try and get closer.

"I promise. . .I won't let anyone hurt you. . .Not again. . ."

He looked at Charlie, big-eyed. He was terrified. He continued to scream, slamming against the corner of the walls as hard as he could. He wanted to get away from her with all of what he had left.

She reached her hand out to him and spoke in a calm voice, "I promise you, my son. . .That I will keep you safe. . .And that I will always love you no matter what. . .Even if you don't accept me. . ."

She stepped closer and gently took one of his hands into hers. The screaming lessened, then came to a stop. He was still hyperventilating, obviously still terrified, but wasn't screaming.

She crouched down to his level, "I'm here for you. . .I always will be. . . I can't say how sorry I am for not being there for you. . .But I'm here now. . .And I won't ever leave you. . .

"That's a promise, BonBon. And I'll never break it." She pulled him into a hug. Surprisingly, he accepted the hug, matching her strength. He started to cry. Charlie didn't let go. She held on and comforted him. She wasn't there for him then, but she was there for him now. That's all she needed.

"It hurts. . ." BonBon said through his teary sobs.

She tightened her hug on him, "I know. . .I know it hurts. . .I'm so sorry. . ." That's all she could say. Sorry. If she could give him more, she would. "It's all my fault. . ."

The two heard the bookcase on the other side of the door being moved. BonBon forced himself out of the hug and back into the corner, his breathing getting heavier.

Charlie looked around the room. She noticed a few things she could go for. She could take some of the broken glass to stab with, a pointy, rusty piece of metal to also stab with, or a broken pipe to whack with. She thought briefly, then went for the pipe.

She picked it up and gripped it in her hands. She went beside the doorway as to not be seen when they pulled the door open. She stood with the pipe in a ready to swing position.

The door opened.

Effie rushed in.

CRUNCH.

The metal pipe collided with Effie's knees. The loud, obviously painful crack reverberated through the room. He let out an agonizing scream of pain. He fell down, landing on his side, putting his hands over his knees.

"FUCK!" He screamed, "FUCK FUCK FUCK!"

Renesmee went for her gun as she rushed to Effie's aid. Charlie shuffled backwards, looking down at what she'd done to Effie. She slowly made her way towards BonBon as the fennec fox got down on her knees to help Effie. Renesmee had one hand on her gun, looking like she was about to draw it and use it on Charlie, but she stuck on helping Effie.

BonBon shivered and quaked as he watched everything happening. All of it combined with him. . .turning. . .made him feel much worse. Charlie turned to him and knelt to his level,

"W-We're going somewhere else," she whispered. "We're going somewhere. . .a-away from all of them. Just. . .you and me. . .together. I'm going to keep you safe, and I'm going to keep you alive." She took BonBon's hand. He wasn't as reluctant this time, he seemed to be trusting her more. "Let's go."

She stood upright, not letting go of BonBon's hand. As she inched towards the window, BonBon moved with her. He was still shaking, obviously in pain, scared. But he listened to his mother.

A.J. watched as Charlie and BonBon made their way to the window. Both Renesmee and Effie weren't noticing. He wanted to say something-he needed to say something. But he couldn't. He just stood there and watched from the doorway.

BonBon glanced back at those he was leaving behind; Effie, whom he didn't even know-or at least, didn't think he knew. A.J., whom he had only met yesterday, but certainly loved. Then. . .Renesmee. She had cared for him for as long as he could remember. She was like a mom to him. She kept him alive for so long. . .And now he was going to throw it all away just to be with his real mom? . . .Was this even his real mom? She knew his name, but that wasn't enough proof! Plus, she was the one who got him bitten! Renesmee kept him alive for this long, and his 'mother' couldn't even do it for ten minutes.

But he trusted her.

She did seem truly sorry for hurting him. She was so upset. . .insane almost. . .when she realized what had happened to him. She was going to make it up to him. A stranger wouldn't be so passionate about him. This was his mom. He was going with her. He really did trust her.

They made it to the window, silently. She picked up BonBon and put him on the windowsill, where he then stepped off and onto a very old and partly broken fire escape. Once he was on it, he began making his way down, followed by his mom as she climbed out the window.

There were no Biters below, thankfully. There were chain-linked fences that blocked them from getting into the back alley. They were a bit old, but were holding well.

Renesmee looked over at the clanging metal and saw what was happening. She jumped up from helping Effie and darted to the window. She reached her arm quickly out to grab Charlie and keep her from getting away. But she wasn't successful.

Charlie barely managed to escape the grasp of the fennec fox. Then, Renesmee hopped out the window and went down after them. The metal clanked and creaked, shaking and screeching.

"It's going to break. . ." BonBon said quietly, so much so that neither of them heard him.

The metal fire escape continued to make eerie and unhealthy sounds the further and further down they went. BonBon noticed one of the fences with a wave of Biters pressing on it was about to break, "Hurry. . ." His voice was too quiet, once again.

Then they heard it.

Metal ripped from the walls of the building.

The chain-linked fence snapped and fell.

The three of them fell from the fire escape.

BonBon and Charlie were closest to the bottom, Renesmee was two levels above.

The fire escape completely collapsed, causing them to fall to the ground.

BonBon and Charlie hit the ground after only falling ten or twelve feet.

Renesmee fell from thirty.

They landed on the concrete, then came the metal. The fire escape fell down all at once. It crushed Renesmee.

BonBon and Charlie had managed to get far enough away as to not be killed, but they were still whacked by pieces of metal. BonBon went crashing to the ground when he tried to run, Charlie helped him up.

The Biters were coming in at a quick rate. Charlie frantically looked around for a place to get away, but found herself unsuccessful. BonBon coughed sickly as Charlie kept him on his feet.

"M. . .Mom. . ." He said weakly.

"W-What? What is it, BonBon?"

He pointed at a boarded up window that Charlie had dismissed earlier. The wood looked strong, the window surely wasn't accessible. She looked at her son questioningly.

"Ram it with your shoulder. . .It'll break. . ."

Charlie shook her head, "No, it won't work. H-Hurry up and think of something else, soon we'll both be fucking dead if we don't hurry. . ."

"Mom. . ." BonBon coughed again. "Trust me. . .It's better than standing here and doing nothing. . .Just do it. . ."

He had a point, and Charlie knew this. She nodded, "Okay." She let go of BonBon, letting him stand on his own, which he could barely do. She then charged at the boarded up window.

She crashed into it shoulder first. The wood split and broke, then she broke through what was left of the glass window. She was inside, but he wasn't. She screamed in pain, but got up as fast as she could. She saw BonBon standing there, motionless.

"BONBON!" She screamed, "HURRY!"

The bunny snapped from the daze he was in. He started running towards the window, inches away from being grabbed by a Biter. The horde was right behind him as he ran, slower than usual.

Once he'd made it to the window, Charlie grabbed him and tugged him inside. She picked him up and threw him over her shoulder, holding him tight as she carried him.

She looked around frantically again as Biters scrambled to get through the window. She saw stairs and hurried up them, BonBon's arms bouncing around limply.

The next floor was similar to that of an office, although it was worn down and destroyed, just like every other place in the world. She set BonBon down on the old green carpet with a hard thump.

She turned back, going for a bookcase she had seen when carrying BonBon up there. She forced it away from the wall as quickly as possible. The Biters were already inside, just at the stairs. She pressed her back against the bookcase, then with all her strength left, pushed against the wall with her feet and forced the bookshelf down the stairs. It crushed a few of them and blocked the way up.

She slumped to the ground and looked over at her son. He was lying there looking sick as a dog, coughing, sniffling, his face pale. She crawled over to him weakly. She sat next to him and hugged him close, BonBon not doing a thing to stop her.

After only a matter of minutes, they both fell asleep.