A/N: okay so this is my attempt at mentally insane people talk. It's really just a 'blah' of words stuck together, but Walter explains it all in the end so don't worry if you can't understand it.
IMPORTANT: If you're creeped out by mentions of cannibalism and torture skip the paragraph between then POPOPOP.
November 2012
It had been a few days since they had found George and the little girl, who they came to know as Katie. Ella had gotten her talking but she seemed to be more comfortable around Walter. George said that it was probably because her grandfather took care of her while they were in the vault.
The first few days were hectic. George and Katie were both half starved and scoffed whatever was put in front of them. George slept soundly, while Katie would wake after nightmares. George had made himself at home with them, while Katie was still haunted. Something scared her, but they didn't know what.
Olivia's 'evil spidey sense' about George had worn away. He seemed like a decent guy, kind and caring towards everyone, especially Olivia. Charlie and John thought it was probably because she was the first person he saw when he came back. Probably sees her as his saviour. It was deranged, but what wasn't? He'd been cooped up in the vault and when he goes outside to get food he returns to find a blood bath. To him, she "rescued" him from that tormented place.
It seemed that Olivia and Peter had swapped opinions. Olivia warmed to George while Peter abhorred his leering over Olivia.
He was always right at her side with anything she needed, helping her cook, all the things Peter would do.
Peter's breaking point was around 2 weeks after George and Katie had arrived with them. Olivia had gone to care for Ashley when she started crying. Peter had returned from the bathroom to find George peering through the office window, watching Olivia, shirt off, breast feeding Ashley.
Punches were thrown and eyes marked.
No one seemed to see the 'strangeness' of George. John, Astrid and Broyles agreeing that George probably hadn't had this much contact with other people in a while, it was to be expected that he would act differently, slightly uncivil or unsocial.
But all Peter could see was the pervert of a man watching the mother of his child half naked.
The month went by fast. Olivia spending a few hours putting fire in tubes for the boys, the boys making more bombs, but at Peter and Olivia's asking, far away from the lab and Ashley. Ashley had recently discovered her fingers and had become absolutely fascinated by them. Peter found it funny, she would poke at her own fingers, move them in front of her eyes, and she'd be touching everything. She discovered her feet soon after, but she was months away from crawling or walking. She'd learnt to wriggle out of her blanket wrap at night.
When midday came around another day, George waited until Olivia had put Ashley down to sleep and for Peter to be outside to ask.
"I want to return to the vault. You know, get what few possessions remain, clean them off. I was hoping to also find Katie's stuffed rabbit. It was her favourite. It might be bloodstained but, one can hope, right?"
"Yeah, sure." Olivia said. She found it strange that he was sort of asking permission to go. She turned back to Ashley, tucking her in to the make-shift crib, wrapping the blankets around her frail body.
"I don't want to go alone. I know its daylight and all, but..."
"Oh, yeah. I'll just tell John to keep an eye on Ashley. Mind if Ella comes too? She hasn't been outside in a while."
"Of course." He agreed.
Ella was more than happy to be getting outside.
They walked to the vault, welcoming the sun's warmth.
"Ella if you could look in the vault for the rabbit, I want to show Olivia something." George asked kindly. Ella nodded in agreement and continued down the stairs to the vault.
"I remembered you saying about the creatures and the holes to the tunnels. Well there's one here. I thought you might want to have a look, see it it's where the creatures could have come from." George said, stating his intentions.
"Sure."
POPOPOPOP
Walter sat with the little girl, Katie. They were outside. On the steps, enjoying the sun and the slight breeze that came their way. Peter and Charlie were walking around. Nothing better to do.
"Do you want something to eat? Charlie cooked a stew from a tin. It is very delicious." Walter held out a small bowl filled with a brownish sauce and chunks of meat and vegetables.
Katie pushed the spoon around in the stew. "It looks like them. When their fresh, still bloody."
"Excuse me?" Walter hadn't realised she was speaking, but caught the last bit and was shocked.
"This." She lifted the bowl as indication, "it looks like them when he starts. Blood spills everywhere, lost of mess. The sound of cutting. Bones breaking. It's all I hear when I close my eyes." Was she incoherent? Tormented by the bloodbath in the vault.
Peter and Charlie had noticed their encounter and came to sit next to them, listening.
"Chop, chop, chop. The skin is squishy under the knife. He drains the blood first. A hole, right here." She touched her neck where her artery was. "hang 'em by their feet. The blood falls, puddles, drip, drip. They're still there. Eyes awake, watching, hanging, stuck unable to save themselves. I sit, watching. I can't move. He won't let me. I watch as their eyes hollow, dying. The fire roasts slowly. Tender, the fat one. I won't taste. He yells at me. More for him." She was an incoherent as Walter when he first left St. Claire's but ironically, Walter was the one who understood her.
He dropped his bowl and made a mad dash across the yard, running as fast as an old man of his age could.
"Walter! Where are you going?" Peter cried out, him and Charlie running after him.
"Olivia. She is not safe."
"What?"
Surprisingly, Walter was fast. Peter and Charlie managing to catch up to him and stop him.
"George did it. He ate those people." Walter blubbered. "We need to find Ella and Agent Dunham."
Peter was gone seconds after the words left Walter's lips.
"Go back to Katie. Stay with her." Charlie instructed before following after Peter.
POPOPOPOP
Ella went into the vault, searching for the rabbit for Katie. She held her shirt over her nose. The blood she was use too, but the smell. That's something that you never can adjust too, no matter how long you spend around dead bodies. She bent over, having found the stuff toy. Its fur was relatively unstained, except one ear that had a blood stain. If it didn't come out they could cut it off.
She smiled at her victory but before she could turn around she heard the vault door slam shut, its mechanical locks whirring.
"Aunt Liv?" she called out.
When there was no answer, she ran to the door, pounding on it with her small fists.
"Aunt Liv!" she called out again, "HELP! Aunt Liv! Anyone!" she slammed against the door, but it wouldn't budge.
She was trapped.
A/N: okay so tell me how was it? I keep getting the feeling like I'm dragging this on and you guys are getting uninterested?
Do you like where it is going? I know how I want to end it and that will take 2-3 chapters. So tell me if it's getting boring and I'll start on the end, or if you want more.