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Apocalyptica: Part Two

Novel By: Lily Jaymes
Action and adventure



Part two: Not titled, so if anyone can think of any, just leave me a comment, after this chapter and I'll consider it, but wont make my final decision until after part two is over.

Like how Twilight has New Moon, Eclipse and Breaking Dawn, as an example.

Thanks for reading and those who've read all the way through the first 10 chapters, thanks. Hope you enjoyed them and hope that I'm still keeping you're guys's interests! View table of contents...


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Submitted:May 9, 2013    Reads: 7    Comments: 0    Likes: 1   


Unfortuneately for me, Mia was the first one to be married. She fell in love with the first man that treated her the way a woman should. A blessing from Alex and myself was all she wanted and we gave it, as well as being the only family of hers to be there at the wedding. Which was perfect in her eyes. Paul, her husband, asked only his mother and uncle to the wedding. By the end of the night, she was a Canadian native, leaving her American heritage in the dust. It was the way it needed to be. She was safer that way.
It had been four months since everything had happened. I know it sounds like a short amount of time for Paul and Mia to know each other, but I rather her be safe then out on the streets with nothing to live for.
Alex and I never got settled in with each other. Once the Canadians welcomed him as a native, he became too busy with being a contractor, helping build houses for the refugees. I hardly got to see him, which was very heartbreaking for me.
By the time New Years had passed, I started to hear the rumors about people going back to America to find more refugees. I took this as a cue to get geared up and track back to find Kar, Imogen and the others. They needed a way out and no one was going to be able to give it to them except for me.
But when I had strapped my guns to my hips, Alex showed up out of nowhere, standing in my kitchen, with the look of hurt on his face. "Where are you going?"
"Going to get Imogen and the others."
"You can't go alone."
"You are too busy with your life and Mia's on her way to become a mother. I'm not going to risk her life."
"Forget what I do here. Your protection is more important."
"Do what you want, I'm not stopping you, nor am I going to ask you to go." I zipped up my jacket, then grabbed a hair band from the kitchen table and started to pull my hair up into a messy bun.
The look on his face was no longer the sweet innocence, but of a tired man who wanted nothing but peace until his last day on Earth. I couldn't bare to look at him, but was forced to when he stopped me from leaving out the front door.
"Don't do this."
"I have to." I quickly looked away and left my home, starting down the street. I could hear him running up to me, slowing down to walk backwards to talk to me.
"I don't want to lose you."
"You made that choice when you made your life very busy."
"What was I suppose to do to block the images out?"
"I get it. It's the only coping method you found without becoming a drunk."
"Can't be like every other man out there. My father wouldn't condone it."
"I wouldn't either."
"Could you please just stop and think about this? The possibilites of not coming home ever again?!"
"Then don't think about it."
He stopped, holding his arm out to stop me. "This is suicide."
"Imogen needs me."
"Then I'm going with you."
"Fine. But what would your boss think?" I walked around him as he sat there to think. I walked faster then I normally would and hopped up onto the porch of Paul and Mia's place, knocking on the door. It opened, showing Mia standing there, holding Paul's baby niece.
"No. You can't be going." She looked distraught. "Then I'm going with you."
"Mia, I'll be fine. God's with me. You have a family now, stay."
"You are bat shit crazy, you know."
"Just like my family. Stand up for what we believe in."
"Just know that I'll be praying for you every day. You've become a sister to me. I love you." She gave me a hug.
"Oh, you are sweet." I smiled. "I love you too."
"Well, you better head out before Alex and Paul try to stop you."
I felt my eyebrow raise.
"OH, no. Alex.." Her voice trailed off.
"Yeah, don't let him come after me. He can't afford to lose that job."
"I'll try my best."
We heard Paul call out to her, gave each other hugs again and then I hopped off her porch, waved good bye and sprinted off her front lawn and down the street before Paul could see that she was talking to me.
The line to the ferry was a lot shorter then the first time around when we were escaping America. I was the only other female going. The young hispanic girl was going to head towards Montana for her little brothers. The men, I never bothered to listen into their conversations. I'm sure they were going to come back for sure.
Once on the ferry, I grabbed the first room I could, hoping that the girl wouldn't want to share. When I opened the door, sitting on the bed was Alex, making me upset.
"What are you doing here?"
"I told you, you weren't going alone."
"Dammit, Alex." I watched him stand, reach out and pushed the door close behind me. He grabbed my hand and pulled me close. "You can't change my mind with mushiness."
"Not trying to." He sat me down on his leg. "I don't want to lose you. If you get killed, I want to be there so you aren't alone."
"Oh, how comforting." I rolled my eyes, showing him sarcasim. He pulled my face closer to his and kissed me.
"I'm serious."
"Shut up." I pushed him down and decided to take advantage of the moment. It had been four months since the last time we had sex. I didn't want it to be our last time, especially for him.


When I woke up, I heard men shouting, then gun shots and rolled over to find Alex missing. I jumped to my feet, grabbed my glock and went to the door. My hand landed on the doornob at the same time it open, making me jump back and point my gun at the person. He threw up his hands, and I saw in the moonlight that he was Alex.
"What's going on?" I lowed my gun.
"Get dressed, we are being searched."
"Have we even touched American soil?"
"Yeah, ten minutes ago." He handed me my clothes as I pulled them on as quickly as possible.
"You need to get out of here."
"What? I'm not leaving you. You just bitched about me going."
"Shut up and just do what I say." He kissed me on the lips, turned and walked away as I pulled on my boots and quickly laced them. I grabbed my guns and pulled them on, then grabbed the metal flashlight that he left on the bed. As I stepped out of the room, he pointed to the back way and said that the other girl was waiting for me. I kissed him again, then went the way he told me to go and sure enough, the girl was waiting for me.
She helped me off of the ferry and pulled me alongside her as we snuck around the barracades and up the hill, stopping behind the pile of wood. We peered over and saw them shove Alex onto his knees just like the other men were. Then we heard the Asians shout something as they checked the papers of each men. When they got to Alex, the commanding officer grabbed Alex's face and pulled him to his feet. He ordered his men to take Alex to the vehicle, then exicute the others.
I wanted to run down there and start to shoot up the Asians, but the girl stopped me and said that there was a reason they took Alex, despite of knowing why. We snuck away, then split up when we came to a fork in the road.
Okay, it really wasn't a fork, more like a four way stop, but whatever.
We wished each other good luck, then went our seperate ways. It felt like days by the time I reached the old motel where Imogen and Kar were left behind. I heard music coming from the top room, where we once slept and started to walk up the stairs. I was surprised I knew the song, but not the band.
The door opened and a drunk Kar stumbled out, dropping the bottle of Jack over the side of the walk way. I heard the glass crash, then saw him turn to me. "Shit. Now I'm seeing things."
I shook my head no, then watched him stumble over to me. He lifted his hand and reached out to touch my shoulder. "Oh holy fuck. You...you..." I waited for him to spit out the words, but instead he turned and threw up over the railing. I sighed and went past him into the bedroom and turned down the radio. I went back out to him and stood there, staring with my hands on my hips.
"Are you trying to get yourself killed?"
He looked at me. "Really don't care either way."
"Why not? Savvy wouldn't be happy that you did that."
"You mean her ghost? The entity that once was?"
My hands dropped as well as my mouth. I covered it as he told me how she was raped and beaten in front of her and when he though the worse was over, they slit her throat and bled out as he was zipped tied to the door handle of a car. Imogen didn't get a chance and Gustaf suffored till the end with a snapped spine and a gun shot to the head. They left Kar with burn wounds and the engraned image of his girl's dead body just ten feet away from him. It was more of a good reason to drown himself in alcohol.
"No one even does sweeps anymore over here. I haven't given them a reason to. Maybe I should now that you are here."
"Don't do it. They already took Alex."
"Alex?" He tried to hold back the yelling. "That fucker risked his life after I gave him one? And you."
I jumped.
"You did as well. For what? A not so good life here? You have it made over there."
"I came back for you guys, cause I couldn't stand the thought of all of you, who saved our lives, here, being tortured..."
"Go home Red. There's no one you can save here."
"You. I can save you." My voice got higher, not able to believe what he was saying.
"I don't need saving. I lost myself when she was taken from me. I can never come back from that."
Yes you can. I wanted to argue with him, but it was no use. He was so far gone on the alcohol, it was safer to argue with him sober.
"Stay here tonight. Go home tomorrow." He walked past me and into the room, flopping down onto the bed. I went back inside and closed the door. I couldn't lock it, like someone dismantled it. "The fuckers broke every single lock on the doors so I couldn't hide."
"Chill on the cussing. I know you are upset, but seriously, you make me feel like it's my fault."
He sucked in a deep breath and held it. "Sorry." He exhaled then pulled the pillow under his chest, resting his head on it. "It's been a lonely month and a half."
"I wish I knew sooner."
"No, it's better you hadn't. You would have been right along side Savvy."
I went over to the bed and sat down beside him, brushing the hair out of his eyes. He looked at me, placing a hand on my thigh.
"I cannot believe I'm seeing you."
"Well, I can say the same for you. A small part of me was actually scared you were dead."
"Stay with me." He sounded scared.
"I wouldn't imagine leaving you." I climbed over him, laid down onto my side and pulled him close. He rolled over and leached onto me. As I ran my fingers through his oily hair, I could hear him sob. There were two things I knew I had to do for him.
Get him sober.
Make him take a bath.





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