Author's Note: Hey everybody. Sorry I haven't updated in like a month. I started doing shit over the summer (Warped Tour, video games, playing guitar, learning how to scream, Breaking Bad, Attack on Titan, etc.) and completely forgot about the story, and then school started a couple days ago and all sorts of bullshit. This chapter will be the ending, but I may go back and change the ending and/or add new chapters. Who knows? I'll fucking tell you; my Of Mice & Men poster that stares into my soul, but it would seem that Mr. Carlile is in no mood to spill secrets.

Chapter 4

[Elizabeth's POV]

Elizabeth awoke for the second time that morning in the same position she had fallen to sleep in; stark naked with Eleanor resting in her arms. Kissing Eleanor's neck, she got up, pulled her clothes back on began searching the hotel room for food of any kind. As she searched, her mind wandered to everything that happened...and she realized she no longer cared about finding survivors from the previous day's attack, no longer cared about the rebellion….no longer cared about Comstock. All she cared about was the naked girl lying fast asleep on the bed behind her.

Elizabeth's train of thought was derailed when said girl, having woken up and gotten dressed while Elizabeth was searching for food, hugged her from behind.

"Good morning again," Eleanor whispered into her ear, "Find any food yet?"

"Unfortunately not," was Elizabeth's reply.

That's when they noticed the mini fridge under the desk. Opening it, they discovered overpriced bottled water and sandwiches. They exchanged a glance that said, "Why not? It's not like we're paying." Sitting down on the floor they quickly ate in silence.

Upon finishing their meals, Eleanor looked up at Elizabeth and declared, "We have to go search for survivors."

"Why? Eleanor, you saw what happened, it was a fucking slaughter. It's not possible that anyone survived," Elizabeth replied.

"Even if that's the case, it can't hurt to check anyway. We have to stop Comstock from oppressing these people anymore!"

"Eleanor, it could hurt a lot. Comstock's men know our faces, and what's more, they could be waiting for us, going back could very well be suicide!"

"Well, I know, I just - "

"Eleanor," Elizabeth cut her off, "we don't have to stay here. I love you, and I don't want anything to happen to you. We could leave this place, go to another world, live out normal lives, and forget all about this place, forget about our hellish pasts. Please. I love you."

[Eleanor's POV]

Elizabeth's words echoed through Eleanor's mind. How could she possibly be suggesting this? Give up? How could she give up? How could she let so many people die for nothing? It made her blood boil just thinking about it. But then again…..Elizabeth did have a point. It did seem like a perfect world, living a normal life with the girl the she loved in a world without the tyranny of Comstock.

She could feel tears streaming down her cheeks. Elizabeth embraced her, and all she could do was sob into her shoulder. She had devoted years of her life to bringing down this tyrant, and now, she was all ready to let that go to waste. She was willing to let the brave men and women who had died go, let them die in vein. But she tired. Tired of this world. Tired of fighting. Tired of running. And Elizabeth wouldn't judge her. Couldn't judge her.

Pulling away from Elizabeth, Eleanor kissed her lips and whispered softly, "Okay. Let's find a normal life. I love you too."

Elizabeth embraced her tighter, and Eleanor could feel Elizabeth's tears running down her chin. They stayed that way for a while, sobbing into each other's arms for a thousand different reasons, but finally ready to let go, finally ready to rest.

[Elizabeth's POV]

After a while, Elizabeth stood up, pulling Eleanor up with her. She grabbed Eleanor's hand and kissed her. "Ready?" she asked.

"Yeah." Eleanor replied back, with a slight smile, full of both sorrow and joy, and above all, love.

Elizabeth opened up a tear to a new universe. She and Eleanor exchanged teary, broken smiles, and walked into tear, into their new lives.

THE END

(I think)