Hey Guys,

This is in Fabian's POV, but it is really weak. It is kind of filler, mainly as one when Fabian saves Nina's life, than the other way around. It's kind of to show what happened to him. The ending is big though.

This is a really bad chapter- I am serious.

But this story will end tomorrow. So I hope you guys keep reading my stuff after this, and yeah.

Enjoy!

~IfWritersCouldSpeak~

Fabian POV

I kept running, putting distance where Nina and I had started the fire and myself. Nina and I had separated, and I was begging God to make sure she was okay. I managed to salvage the few berries I could, and the basket with water, that was now overflowing. I also got the antiseptic, which I stuffed into my pocket.

I found a cave to stay in. I huddled inside of it, trying to find some warmth, and I drunk the freezing water. My body was soaked, and I could feel a cold creeping into my immune system. But I could fight that. The only thing I couldn't fight was keeping Nina in danger. She would be in danger daily because of me. Because I was too weak.

I had her arm in my hand, and I gripped her so tight. I let her go, so I could run ahead. I should have made sure was safe before I took off. She could be bleeding or crying or worse dying somewhere and it would be my fault.

My fault.

I gave myself as much warmth as I could, but it wasn't enough. I was freezing. During these last couple of days, even when it was cold, I could just hold Nina and I would feel like a fire was burning in me.

But Nina wasn't here now.

I decided thinking about her wasn't going to do anything. I ate a few berries, and I drank half of the basket. I knew Nina had one, I saw her grab it before we ran.

At least that's one less way she could die.

I checked on my arm. The bleeding had stopped long ago, but I knew that the antiseptic really did help. The bruise was healing very fast, the hole almost fully covered. The skin was beginning to close, showing that there wasn't much infection left. I put on some antiseptic and I rewrapped the same gauze around it.

As soon as I tightened it, I realized Nina's wound was probably much worse. I knew she wasn't taking enough of the antiseptic, but now she had none. The full bottle was in my hand, and all she had to clean it out was water. At least she had some fresh gauze. We had three rolls left, all of which were in her pocket.

Maybe if she wrapped it tightly, the bleeding would stop.

I bet she hoped I didn't notice.

But I did.

I noticed everything about her.

I kept passing time; mostly thinking about what Nina was doing and how she was.

I was about to decide Nina was worth it and run outside into the mad rain, when a crash shook the ground.

I gathered all my materials immediately. I stuffed the berries and the bottle into my pocket, and I picked up the basket. I went outside to check what was happening, and all I could see were the few streams of moonlight that shone through against the rain.

"Hey!" I screamed. The tree blocked my exit, and I knew that if I didn't get out of here right now, something bad would happen. I could already smell smoke: there was a tree burning outside.

As I hopelessly screamed, I heard a beeping. I slowly turned around to see in the corner of the cave a blinking light.

The Council was activating a bomb.

"Hey!" I hollered, even louder. I began to push the tree, but it was worthless. I was too weak. The beeping seemed to get louder, pounding in my head as I thought of Nina, bruised and bloody against a tree, begging me to help her, and not to give up.

Like my dad.

With those thoughts in mind, I grunted and pushed. Nina's face kept coming in my mind, many of the thoughts I had of her terrifying.

There was one when she was crying against a tree, a bruise on his head, and the blood mixing with her tears as it cascaded down her face. Then there was one when she was on her stomach a tree over her body, as she called out my name. Then, of course came the natural one.

She was already dead somewhere.

I yanked back as hard as I could, but the beeping got rapider and the exit was as clear as it was minutes ago.

There was no way out.

I went to where the bomb was, and it was clear as day the time, bright red on the device: 00:02:39.

I had to get out.

Since the trunk of the tree was hopeless, I pushed at the branches, until a few of them fell off. The hole was still too small, but I pushed the basket through, that way I wouldn't have to worry about it when getting out.

I kept going, breaking off branches, the wood causing splinters on my hand. My bad arm couldn't do much, so all it did was keep moving wood debris out as my other hand broke off the wood.

I looked at the bomb once more. 00:01:05.

I could feel my eyes widen, and my arms burning as I kept pulling, and breaking. The hole was big enough when the bomb began to rapidly beep.

Ten.

I was pulling myself up, the water drenching me.

Nine.

I hung one foot onto land and pulled myself out.

Eight.

I dragged myself out, and caught my breath.

Seven.

I grabbed the basket, and stood up.

Six.

I began to head for the trees.

Five.

The woods were clear now, and the burning trees were surrounding me from behind.

Four.

A tree nearby caught fire, just as I passed it.

Three.

I tripped, as the burns skidded up my arm.

Two.

I crept to the woods, the injuries far too severe for me to walk.

One.

A final thought flew into my mind.

Nina.

Zero.

The ground ten feet away exploded, and the fires were at an all time high. The rain was slowing it down, but all I could see was red as I was thrown backwards.

The pain was put aside as I began to run. The ground was shaking, and I could feel myself falling over and over again. I repeatedly stood up only to find the ground as my best friend.

I went about five feet before lightning struck exactly where my foot was. I skidded at least fifteen feet forward. I grabbed onto dirt and grasped tightly, my fist full of it. I stood up, my face, clothes, and skin either burnt or covered in dirt.

I kept walking forward, and I tripped on a tree branch.

I fell in a motion where I was sideways, and I opened my eyes to see that to my right there was a tree, about to fall.

I was ready to get up and run away, when I saw someone underneath the tree beside it, ready to be smashed.

I stood and ran to them. There was only one person in these woods as far as I knew. I wasn't going to let them slip away again. I kept running, they were only a few feet away now. But the tree was about to fall off its trunk. I screamed at the top of my lungs, hoping the rain would be nice for once.

It wasn't.

As I got closer, I was sure. I dodged puddles and trees, leaves tangling in my hair. I began to scream their name, and I was praying they heard me.

The sky was mimicking my eyes as the tears fell down my face. I was three feet away when the tree started to fall.

It was all in slow motion. I darted forward, and grabbed the body under the tree. As the tree crashed to the ground, we rolled down a hill, her blonde hair hiding her face, which was buried in my chest, as she screamed, her name on the edge of my lips.

Nina.

After five minutes, I knew the burning had stopped, since the smoke had decreased. I had carried Nina to a place that was secluded, and far away from caves.

I will never trust those death traps again.

I saw Nina shivering, even when I wrapped my arms around her. Her blonde hair was tousled, and her tears felt heavy against my clothes. I whispered soft words into her ears as she mumbled my name. At one point she cried out, and the sobs ripped my heart. I held her closer with each tear, my voice as soft as possible, as it shook out, "You're ok. It's ok. We're ok."

I tried everything. I whispered to her. I talked to her. I made jokes with her. I sang to her. Yet her head was plastered to my chest, and showed no sign of coming out.

"Nina, hey, I'm here," I reassured. "I'm safe. You're safe. They won't get us."

I said that too soon.

As soon as the words slipped out of my mouth, several flashlights shone in my eyes. "Fabian Rutter?" the deep voice declared.

I could feel Nina shift. She plucked her face up and gasped. I looked at the man. He was pretty tall, with blue eyes and blonde hair. He had pearly white teeth, and had a medicine bag strapped across his waist.

He was exactly as Nina described him. And now he was in front of me. Nina called out his name, and it just confirmed it.

The dead Jerome Clarke was standing in front of me.

Haha. Yeah, there's um that.

So, I hoped you liked it. I know the Fabian POV thing was really bad. I swear I could do better, but I just feel like this story should be in Nina's Point of View. Anyways, I could try again if you want but….

I want to let you guys know, how much love I've gotten here. I've gotten so many views it's fantastic! I can't wait until the finale parts tomorrow; I hope you guys are excited.

Anyways, see ya then!

~IfWritersCouldSpeak~