Bree felt her heart pound against her ribs; she didn't know what to do. As she let her feet carry her. The locos were torturing them; they'd drive their car just fast enough that, Bree and Angie had to sprint, but not quite fast enough to catch, them. Bree was about to collapse from exhaustion, when she saw it their savior, it was a small building, that Katherine, had found, but it had stairs. Bree knew they'd be slowed down by their roller-skates if they had to climb them.

Bree and Angie quickly ascended the stairs, as the locos below tried to make their way up. The locos were right behind them and not at all happy. Bree had never felt anything as wonderful in her life as that door pulling open. They were barely inside when Angie was bolting the sucker shut. Bree started to cry.

"It's okay, we're okay," Angie frantically whispered. They looked around the room it was barren the place had been raided many times over, by the look of things. The windows were barred and there was a good view of the street from here. It wasn't long until the banging started. Angie threw herself against the door. "We've worked too god damn hard to let them in now." She yelled. "Bree come here and help me."

Bree could see that her baby sister was tried. She was sweating uncontrollably as she pressed her face and all her weight against the door. "Bree please, just lean your back against the door," She pleaded as tears streamed down her face. Bree had never seen this before, Angie hadn't cried since this whole thing started, she always had fate in Katherine to protect them, but she knew as well as Bree that they were on their own with a heard of angry locos on their doorstep.

"Come on Angie, they'll get tired of us soon. Maybe if we just give them the food they'll leave."

"No they won't locos, never just take things and leave, they take people with them. Look at us, we're obviously not warriors, and yet we've got a hell of a lot of food for two people. Their either going to think we are really good thieves or that, we know where some big stash is."

Bree didn't know what else to do she wanted, to comfort her, protect her but Angie wasn't a child anymore and Bree didn't know what to do. She just started to hum, like she did after their mother died. Angie joined in at least it took the constant pain of being kicked through a door.

The day passed so slowly, as they hummed there waiting for them to leave. It wasn't that long until they started putting their arms through the barred shattered windows, reaching around to grab them, one of them caught Bree's arm. Before he knew it though, his hand had been crushed by a rather hard can of beans. They stopped sticking their hands in after that. Bree and Angie had only dropped one or two cans on their nice jog through the city.

It wasn't long after that, that the kicking stopped, and the sirens sounded getting further and further away. Bree couldn't believe it they'd left they'd beaten the locos. It may have been a small victory, but beggars can't be choosers. They stayed pressed firmly against that door for a few more minutes, when Angie got up. "What are you doing, sit down. What if it's a trap?"

"That's what I'm checking out." She stood as quickly as her muscles would allow. They'd been sitting there for a few hours, Bree was sore all over. Angie crouched by the window peeking through the bars, inspecting the area. She went to undo the bolt; Bree's hand shot out and grabbed her leg for dear life.

"What are you doing?"

"Going to check if Katherine and Jason are done yet?"

"What if their still out there, hiding somewhere?"

"It's okay their gone, we'll be find."

"Please don't leave me." Bree whispered.

"It's okay, I'll be back in ten minutes, and you can even bolt the door, if it makes you feel better."

Bree wasn't happy, with this but she let go of Angie's leg. "Be safe." She said simply and sweetly.

Bree wasn't prepared for what happened next. As soon as Angie foot left the bottom stair, she was swarmed by locos, there was nothing Bree could do but watch as her little sister, was picked up and brought back up the few flights of stairs. One of them began talking from out the door, while another held a kicking and screaming Angie. "Now listen, you're going to come out here with everything, you've got in there, and then you're going to hand it to us and come like a good little girl." He nodded and the guy holding Angie put her over the railing. "Otherwise we throw your little gal pal, over the edge and take it."

"Bree don't do it!" Angie screamed.

"Come on Bree, you seem like a smart girl."

Bree had no choice, she picked up the bags unbolted the door and stepped into her worst nightmare.

"That's a good girl, boys take it all." Two men walked up and took everything she was holding. "What are you hiding under your shirt?" He asked.

"Nothing, it's nothing." She answered quickly. Before she knew it she was on the ground, while one of them lifted up her shirt exposing her heavily pregnant stomach.

"Well someone knows how to have fun," He remarked as he let her shirt fall back over her middle. Bree couldn't do anything; she was tired beyond all belief, sweaty and captured. "The boss man said he wanted both of them alive. This one can barely walk she'll have to sit in the cruiser. The red head can walk."

Bree was helped up and to the car, there she saw him for the first time, since he'd become Zoot. For a second she thought he was actually looking in her eyes before she was shoved in the car. What laid in store for her she didn't know?

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