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Chapter 7

As Cuddy finally fell asleep in House's arms he unwrapped himself from her and began to wander around the daycare in search of Thirteen. She had left to use the bathroom nearly an hour ago and House couldn't let himself wonder where she had gotten to any longer. He limped slowly through the darkened hallways finding a classroom to which the door was slightly ajar. He peered through the crack almost afraid of what he might find but too curious to walk away without ever knowing. When his eyes met those of the figure hanging limp in the middle of the room he had to grab the door handle to keep himself from falling. Staring back at him were the pale green eyes of Thirteen. He reached his fingers to the side of her neck and felt the tears beagn to sting his eyes when he felt no sign of life. House could not believe Thirteen had deduced herself to this after she knew how much Kutner had affected them all. House suddenly felt a sharp pang of what he assumed was guilt for having let another one of his fellows end their life without him even seeing the warning signs. He wondered to himself if he should maybe say a few words or a prayer but realized that Thirteen wouldn't expect that from him so why bother. He let out a tired sigh before turning around and closing the door to her motionless face, thinking it would be best to put it all behind him.

When House conveyed the news to the remaining people the room fell silent. Yet another friend gone forever from their lives, another hole that could never be filled in the small world that was Princeton Plainsboro. Cameron turned her face into Chases shoulder, her silent tears soaking through his shirt. No words were shared among the five remaining people as they all sank deep into their own thoughts.

Cameron awoke from the deep slumber that had finally overcome her sometime during the night. Voices buzzed in her ears but she was still too asleep to comprehend what they were saying. They sounded so far away, so unfamiliar as she strained to listen to them her head cocked towards the doorway. Her eyes blinked open slowly to the pitch black that was clinging to her as she lifted herself to a sitting position. She could hear Chase snoring softly beside her and as her eyes adjusted she became aware of the three figures on the other side of her sleeping close together. She raised her arms above her head as she stretched and let out a yawn before rising to her feet. The voices that had awoken her could still be heard floating down the hallways, getting louder as they approached. Elated at the possibility that the voices were those of rescuers Cameron kneeled beside Chase before shaking him awake.

"Go away, I'm tired," Chase mumbled before turning onto his side without even opening his eyes.

"Chase there are people here, we could be rescued! Chase come on, get up." His attitude changed slightly at the word rescuers as he turned to look at her although unable to make out anything but her outline due to the darkness surrounding them.

"Rescuers here, now?" Chase asked his voice already sounding excited. Cameron nodded before turning to wake up Wilson who was still sleeping soundly on the other side of her. It wasn't long before House and Cuddy were too awake and everyone was heading towards the voices. As Cameron passed through the doorway she felt a hand clasp over her mouth and begin to pull her down the dark corridor. She wiggled in her captor's grasp and bit at the hand covering her mouth, her capturer pulling it away long enough for her to yell for help. A door was opened and she was pushed out into the daylight where she could see her captor clearly. Alarm bells went off as a tall rugged man held a gun to her head and directed her far from the building that held those who she held nearest to her heart.

Alarmed at Cameron's cry for help House put his hand across Cuddy's mouth whispering for her to keep quiet as he kept her from moving through the doorway. House pulled Cuddy against the wall, Wilson following closely behind. They watched wide eyed as the form of two men walked into the room glancing into the darkness, the beam of the flashlight just missing their frozen figures, before turning around and leaving. House let out a sigh of relief as the small light from the hallway disappeared with the closing of the doorway leading to hell. It was now clear to him that the city was under attack.

Cameron struggled slightly to loosen the grip her captor had on her wrist until she noticed Chase was walking beside her being held prisoner as well. She relaxed at knowing that the man she truly loved would be at her side. Entering one of the many trails that led through the parks in Princeton, Cameron could feel herself growing increasingly uncomfortable as they walked further into the confinements of the trees. Without any warning at all a cloth was clamped roughly over her mouth. She struggled to stay awake but slowly she was pulled back into the world of darkness.

Chase awoke tied to a chair, his head still swimming in a fog. He noticed Cameron sitting across from him also tied to her chair, her chin touching her chest as she remained in a deep slumber. He scrunched up his nose in disgust when a pungent smell filled his nostrils. He looked to his right and noticed a deep pit filled with the many dead bodies of Princeton inhabitants. He wondered if Taub and Foreman were two of the bodies that lay sprawled in the hole next to him and knew that it was only a short amount of time before him and Cameron were laying inert in the large rocky grave as well.

Cameron felt herself coughing harshly as she slowly came to. As soon as she opened her eyes she blinked them shut again keeping the bright light out. She began to slowly open her eyes again so they could become accustomed to the light after being in hours of darkness. She noticed Chase tied to a chair across from her. She attempted to stand and untie him when she realized she too was tied to a hard, wooden chair. She felt a breeze kiss her cheeks and with it the stench of burnt flesh filled her nostrils. She turned her head towards her left and noticed the large grave of bodies. She turned her head rapidly to the right as she began to vomit realizing that the grave was also her fate.

They seemed to sit in the burning sun for hours before their captures returned baring two large syringes. Cameron gulped wondering what exactly filled the syringes. She watched as the first syringe was thrust into Chase's thoracic cavity before he was untied and tossed nonchalantly into the deep pit. She felt the tears burn in her eyes as they turned to her and plunged the syringe deep into her flesh.