Author's Note: Soooo I had another WH13 dream last night, which means, New Chapter! This chapter has nothing to do with my last chapter 'cause this is an entirely different dream. This one is not funny at all, just a heads up! Hope my subconscious entertains you.
BTW this is horribly edited, hoping to edit better later. I just felt like publishing NOW! :P
A beautiful sight lay in front of them; a burnt orange sky with hints of pink throughout, as Helena, Myka, Claudia, Artie, Pete, and a little redheaded girl stood at the edge of a grassy cliff, looking over a green forest and rolling hills beneath them.
The tranquil scenery in the dusk was no more than a façade to the treachery of the planet's current situation. Artie's best theory was that a shard from the Cannibal Mason Jar that Pete had smashed a year prior, had somehow been left behind only to find its way into the Ithaca water source; soon turning the majority of the city into cannibal-animalistic beings. The epidemic spread fast, turning parts of the U.S. and Canada into savages. The infection then mutated into a virus that was spread by fluids, which then made the continent's epidemic, into a world one.
"Okay, my contact told us to wait here," Artie said to the others.
HG looked to the odd red, train like, contraption, which was elevated high above the gorge and started at the cliff they stood on, passed over the river, and ended at the town on the opposite side of the valley. It had been explained to her that it was built from roller-coaster parts, so that it was safe for refugees to cross the dale into the town of Outlook Saskatchewan.
There were several pick-up points on the continent; Outlook seemed to be the safest and closest one to get to from South Dakota. But even that was no guarantee, the country was bad and they had many difficulties passing through state and province with the majority population turned un-dead savage.
A vibrating sound echoed through tracks for a few seconds before the mobile seats of the roller-coaster, came towards them; stopping just over the cliff edge so that they could all safely get on them. The seats were small and individual, one after another in a single file.
"Okay, everyone load up," Their boss simply instructed. Barely anyone had spoken more than had to be said, those past few days.
Claudia took the second seat where Artie took the first; Pete had rear where Myka sat in the middle with the small redhead girl safely behind her; in a little section intended for holding personal items, such as a backpack. HG sat behind Myka and the girl, which made her in front of Pete.
After Artie had pulled the lever that was on the contraption, the roller-coaster-macgyvered-temporary-train, slowly started to make its way over the valley. HG let her vision drop down to the valley floor, only to see savages ripping apart bodies and stuffing them into their hungry mouths, near the river. They had looked up to the sound of the moving tracks, but cared little as they engorged themselves on living flesh. HG wanted to cry at the sight, but truth-be-told, she was so numb to the scene that she couldn't, nobody could anymore.
The Victorian then looked back up in front of her. She stared at the back of Myka and the little girls' heads, unable to move or speak. But a few moments had pasted where the brunette agent turned her neck to check on the girl behind her. When Myka's head slowly moved; her face was expressionless until her eye's landed on the child's face. Then her mouth twitched up into a loving smile before she gently reached back and stroked the girl's fiery straight locks.
HG's stomach fluttered. Just when she thought that she was numb to the world, Myka and their daughter, Lily, put blood back into her heart and made it pound again.
Lily was four years old, they found her ten months ago when the epidemic first started. Her birth mother had turned savage and eaten her Father and older brother. Pete and Myka saved the girl on the mission that Artie had sent them on, to investigate the Mason Jar Shard. Myka had instantly fallen in love with the girl who soon became her daughter, as well as Helena's. They became a family straightaway, and both women loved the orphan dearly, where Lily returned their love in full.
Helena then reached her arm out, in front of her, and also ran her hands through her red hair. The girl smiled from the attention from her mothers. She beamed up at Myka then looked back to HG before she turned around to face forwards and sat nicely and quietly, like she was taught to for safety reasons.
Myka removed her hand away from the child as she then looked to Helena and smiled a sad, exhausted smile, though filled with love, before she too turned back around. The Brit continued to mindlessly play with the girl's hair while they finished up the last leg of the short ride.
They all quickly un-boarded the train-coaster once it had halted at the other end.
There was a man in his sixties to great them on the other side; but instead of a warm welcome he said, with terror in his eyes, "You should have stayed away; this place is now overrun."
"What?" Artie growled, "They said that…"
"I know what was said," interrupted the man, "but now it's a walkers haven like all the others."
"Are there still planes taking people north?" Asked Myka in concern whilst she wrapped her arms around their daughter.
"No, they're all gone. There is however a chopper on its way to pick up the rest of us…. but, we're at the end of our ammunition and the walkers keep coming from the surrounding forest," the man explained.
"So you have nothing for us in terms of amo, like at all?" Pete asked in concern. "'Cause we literally only have five bullets between two guns, left."
"That would be a negative, we were kinda hoping that the next folks would bring us some… not that we thought there would be anymore survivors to make it here."
"What's the chopper's ETA?" Pete asked.
"15 minutes," the man replied.
"So we got here right on time then" Artie concluded.
"Ahh… on time would have been two weeks ago," he grunted as he waved for them to follow him. They started up a hill towards a nearby building, which had two men covering the entrance with rifles. Myka picked up Lily in her arms and carried her up the ways. The group was quick to enter the building where the two watchmen followed up the rear shutting the door fast behind.
Loud screeches were heard, mere seconds later, as the door that they had just closed, shook and banged from a small hoard of walkers that had seen them from the surrounding bushes.
"Don't worry, that door is secure," Their guide said with little worry, as Lily clung tighter to Myka, "the sky light," he pointed up to the window at the top of what looked like a factory of some type, "that thing I'd pay more concern to."
They all looked up to see a bunch of walkers clawing at the glass, three stories above. "Follow me," The man instructed, "We gotta keep moving. The chopper will land in the Superstore parking lot."
"How far is that from our current location?" Asked Myka.
"Two clicks."
"And how many magazines do you guys have left in those rifles?" Pete asked.
"Both on their last, and my pistol has half a round."
"Damn it!" cursed the young male agent, "Why is it always like that?"
"What? Down to the end when you're down to the wire" the guide grunted.
"Yeah!"
"God's sick joke, I suppose." The older man brought them down a short hall and to another exit to the outdoors, "Okay, We gotta run for it from here."
"All the way there?" Claudia finally found her voice.
"Yes, little lady, all the way to the drop sight." He looked to the group, whoever's got amo in their guns, I'd say, draw them now."
Both HG and Pete unholstered their weapons, but the male agent turned to Myka before he took hold of his sidearm. "Do you want me to take Lily? I know she's getting heavy in your arms, and you have a great shot. We could switch."
Myka looked to her partner, her beautiful face partially covered in dirt, and her hair; dishevelled, yet she never looked as radiant when she smiled at him. "Thank you Pete, but no thank you. I got her."
He smiled back before saying, "Yeah, I know. Just wanted you to know that I got your back."
She held her smile and kissed his, also dirty, cheek before murmuring, "I know you have my back."
He then turned to take position next to Claudia and Artie, making certain to cover them; knowing that HG would cover her family.
Helena then fell in beside Myka, pistol drawn. Wordlessly she pressed her lips to the top of Lily's head and kissed her dearly. Then the Victorian raised her head to lay her dark eyes on Myka, the woman that she knew she could not live without. Just as she was about to move in for a kiss, the door swung open and the guide yelled, "Let's move out!"
They sprinted out into the fading light of day. As soon as they left the building, and were running down the centre of the street (for safety reasons), following it east, they passed by walkers who were chewing on various dead things. Some were chomping on dogs, some had bloodied rats hanging from their mouths and others were taking their fill from the diseased town's people. But, unfortunately, their flesh was already days old, some, weeks, and as the Warehouse gang ran past, their scent of fresh meat tingled in the walkers noses. The undead tweaked to them and began their chase.
Shots were taken by the two riflemen in the pack; where the walkers fell to the pavement, but not enough, fell. Helena had savoured her two bullets and just kept running in pace with Myka, who was still holding their daughter tight into her panting body. HG knew that Myka grew weary, none of them had eaten much in days, and the brunette insisted on carrying Lily almost the entirety of the day. Helena wondered if Myka knew something that she did not about the outcome of the day.
"Ahhh!" came a death scream from Claudia, "Pete help!" The gang turned to see that a walked had tackled the tech to the ground and was biting at her shoulder and neck.
Pete put up his weapon and growled though clenched teeth, "Get off of her you son of a bitch!" and shot all three of his rounds in its head before kicking its lifeless body off of his dear friend.
"Claudia!" Artie yelled as he fell to one knee beside her and Pete.
"Leave her! We have to keep moving!" Yelled their guide.
"I'm not leaving her," growled Artie.
"She's already dead! Now let's move!" He hollered back. "Look!" The man pointed at the walkers that were closing in all around them. Most were limping with sheer animalistic expressions in their dull eyes, towards them. The ones that gave them chase were all shot down by the two men with rifles.
"Where do we need to get to?" Myka asked in panic.
"There" the man pointed down the road, "were those Canadian flags are!"
Pete scooped up Claudia who was unresponsive and bleeding heavily from the neck, then looked to Myka and HG, "You guys go! Make a run for it, and don't look back!"
Myka began, "No, Pete you…"
"Myka," He interrupted her, "You have a family now, protect it. Go!" The man gave a quick look to HG where she gave him a quick nod of thanks before she grabbed the brunette's arm and dragged her off.
The two women ran along the road still with their guide and one of the other riflemen. They knew the others were behind them, but they didn't know how far or if they were okay. The path that they were following was leading them straight into a hoard of walkers. They skimmed to a stop, mere metres away from at least a dozen of them. They turned to both sides; seeing if they could go around, but more came from either direction. HG then turned around to see that the others were no longer behind them, the only thing that was to their rear were walkers; lots of them.
"We're surrounded!" Their guide yelled as he and the other man ran towards the walkers in a war cry, empty guns a swinging, wanting to take as many as they could, before their own deaths. HG couldn't understand why they didn't have mêlée weapons with them. Then she realized that she didn't have any with her either.
The Brit raised her weapon, ready to shoot her two remaining bullets into some walkers head, in a desperate attempts of saving the two most important people in the world to her. She started to march towards the hoard in front, but before she shot off her rounds she felt a rock hit the centre of her back.
"Hey!" Myka hollered after throwing the stone that she had just picked up. HG turned around with a look of confusion. "We're going to die here. But when I go, I want to be holding my wife's hand."
Helena's eyes welled right then as she smiled and ran back to Myka and took her wife's offered hand, as the other one was still tightly wrapped around their daughter. They only had a mere second to smile and gaze into each other's eyes before Helena witnessed two walkers grab Myka from behind and bite into her neck and shoulders while another started to devour little Lily.
In a panic, HG raised her gun towards the quickly piling hoard that was eating away at her family. But just as she squeezed the trigger a Walker took her from the side and sunk its teeth into her neck.
Helena Wells jerked up in her bed at the B&B gasping for air. Her hand flew up to her neck where moments ago she had felt sharp teeth biting into it, but she found nothing there. Still in complete panic and horror, HG looked about frantically for Myka and Lily, but all she found was an empty bed. "Myka!" the woman muttered in fear, thinking her dead. She threw the sweaty sheets away from her before she sprang to her feet. Then she realized that the brunette agent didn't share a room with her, so she abruptly left her room, crossed the hall way and opened the younger agent's door. With the biggest sigh of relief, the woman made hast towards Myka, asleep in her bed, then crawled to her and wrapped her arms around Myka in a great need of comfort and confirmation of her being alive.
"Myka," the woman practically shouted, still in fright and confusion as she clung tight to the woman.
The curly haired brunette stirred and then asked in a groggy voice, "Helena?"
"Myka," The woman repeated and wept into the crook of her neck, holding tight.
The American, in confusion as well, turned as best she could to face the woman as she wrapped her arms around her too. "Hey," she spoke softly, "What's the matter. What's wrong." She brought her hand to the Brit's head and stroked her slightly damp hair.
"You and Lily were dead," HG cried.
"Me and who?" Myka asked, still puzzled and half asleep.
Then HG realized that there was no Lily and that She had no wife, it was all just a dream. This knowledge made her only squeeze Myka tighter. Even though the dream was horrific, it was also the most beautiful thing that she had ever experienced. She was with Myka until the end, and Lily was perfect and theirs, hers and Myka's.
"Don't ever die on me again," HG raised her face to look into Myka's eyes.
The brunette softly lifted her hand and whipped away HG's tears, "I never died, it was just a dream," she smiled in comfort. "I'm right here and I'm not going anywhere. Okay?"
The Victorian smirked and nodded slowly as her senses were slowly coming back to her, "I guess you think I'm pretty pathetic now, hu?"
Myka pierced her eyes into Helena's before answering, "Never," in all seriousness. "Now," she smiled, "Would you like to try and sleep here, where I can scare away the Sandman and his evil sleeping dust?"
Helena sniffled before smiling, "yes, please."
Myka gave a little giggle and grabbed up her sheets and threw them over HG with her free arm, before gently pulling the other woman back to her body.
HG, still in a bit of fright and exhaustion, pressed her lips to Myka's neck and muttered before falling asleep, "you are my everything, Myka Bering."