It had only been a couple of months since the world had descended into this madness, but they'd stuck together, Bree was safe with her family, she knew that but the outside world still scared her she was nearly eight months pregnant, how was she going to bring up a baby in this world. Martin, her sweet Martin, now went by the name of Zoot. She hadn't seen him since that day in class; she feared the locos, what they do if they found this little place that she'd hidden in. Katherine had been prepared, she knew almost exactly where people would go, what they would do, and they'd been hiding in this little building since everyone decided that they wanted a new life, though Katherine said they'd be safe she always had their things packed and them ready in case they had to make a quick escape. The food and water she'd stocked up on was useful, but sadly running out. They were rationing and scavenging, for anything to eat or store. Kat was insistent on teaching Angie how to throw a decent punch, how to make it through the streets unnoticed and how to find food. Bree was terrified to have to do this on her own, she had her family, but she wanted Martin by her side. Her Martin, that was sensitive and sweet, not this Zoot thing which was a monster wearing Martin's skin. It brought get sadness to Bree to think that she'd never see her Martin again, that her baby would never know who its father really was. She always kept that piece of paper with her though, if things ever got too bad that's, where she'd go somewhere he'd always be able to find her and no one else could touch her that's what he said at least.

There was so much for her to do with her baby coming in just over a month. There weren't any adults around, though she hoped beyond hope that she'd find a doctor, a midwife or anyone who could help. Jason was supportive regardless of how, bad things got. He and Angie were always so good to her. She hoped her baby could live like this, knowing that they were safe here where no one would find them, all warm and cosy.

It was horrid the day they came. Bree was asleep when they first spotted them; she was rudely awakened by Katherine's hand over her mouth. Barely awake she struggled, until she heard her sister whisper. "Their coming, there's about ten fifteen of them, now you and Angie are going out the back, I'll out the front and Jason will head them out around the side. I want you to grab as much of the stuff, particularly the things you'll need to survive for a few days on your own. Then the two of you are going to run like your being chased by an angry heard of locos. Do you understand?" Bree shock her head in agreement, tears began to roll down her face. "No matter what you hear, you keep running. There is an apartment not too far from here you and Angie should make it there in about half an hour, considering your condition. You hide out there, keep low, it's not a good part of town to be caught in but, you'll survive. Angie knows what to do okay. Good luck and keep yourself safe." With that Katherine planted a kiss on her forehead and was off.

Bree got up running as fast as a pregnant girl could, to the back door. Angie was already waiting, handing her a few bags. Tears still streaming down her face, Bree positioned them on her person.

"It'll be okay, Bree." Angie reassured her. As they took off, it was only really a light jog, but Bree was already getting tried. "Katherine will, take care of us. She always has and always will."

Bree couldn't keep going any longer, she needed to stop they had covered a few blocks in about ten minutes. They saw something which got their feet moving real fast, a bunch of street kids, similar to the ones that where raiding their home. There feet where pounding against the pavement harder and harder as they watched the kids coming so close, as Bree's heart threatened to leap out of her chest. Suddenly Angie grabbed her hand and pulled them left, around a sharp bend.

"Where are we going?" Bree screamed.

"Shortcut!" Angie yelled back.

They hit the main road. Katherine had always said to never go near them, but Angie knew what she was doing. Bree spared a glance back as Angie held her hand for dear life. The street kids weren't there, they were nowhere to be seen, and suddenly Bree could hear something other than her own heart, it was police sirens. They struck fear into the hearts of all. He was coming. There was no way they could out run them, when she saw those flashing lights. Angie turned to notice them as well. Nothing could save them now.

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