The Aftermath

S7E9: A Story Completed

       A brighter future. It's something that everyone craves, expecting life to just grant them with eternal happiness surrounded by love and support. People long for that reassurance, relying on this dreamlike feeling of achieving their goals, living in a perfect fantasy world filled with big dreams and opportunity.
       It's that kind of hope that kept everyone going for so long, no matter what obstacle stood in their way. In fact, that was normal, imagining this wonderful world, envisioning this stellar scenario where all negative aspects of life were eradicated. They're well aware that this is all revolving around their imagination, but it's what keeps them motivated.
       However, nowadays, a brighter future, an expectancy of heavenly conditions is the mindset that'll get you killed. If you grow lost over what the world could've been, you're an imbecile. If you think God himself will narrow a divine path for you personally during an apocalypse, as if all things negative fled from planet Earth, than you're an imbecile.
       The world isn't filled with rainbows and butterflies anymore, death being at everyone's doorstep, simply waiting to be let in like some stubborn solicitor. They can still hope for a brighter future, but the more they expect positivity and reinforcement, the more their souls will be crushed.
If they contain this false hope, waiting for something magical to occur, it'll only deplete their morales, soon leading to an abrupt demise due to lack of concentration. That's based off of experience, vulnerability getting the better of them all, Matthew being the most iconic memory of that crippling feeling.
Now, they stand here, forced to continue portraying their skillful ways while maintaining complete focus. Even though they just watched Karma get beheaded, Eleanor chanting savagely like a gladiator in the colosseum with a plethora of spineless fans, it doesn't matter.
Their personal feelings don't matter, Simon clashing with his own thoughts as bewildering emotions greet him. It's the feeling of sadness. Sure, it's a rather normal reaction when dealing with death, but experiencing that for Karma is a volatile subject.
He can't help it, none of them can, growing weary over the very person who once murdered one of their own. How could they care for someone as lawless like that? Simon can't help but wonder, Was there any point in Karma sacrificing herself? She was determined to not let anything, especially her emotions, intervene with this raging desire to succeed.
       It's been made clear that Karma won't partake in any act that'll negatively affect her health. Did she just have a change of heart, or was it a severe lapse of judgement? Nonetheless, this once vicious and self-absorbed woman with a horrid attitude has tried to do something good!
       Even after all the distasteful and sinful acts she's committed, practically breaking apart this group's sanity, in this scenario, she wasn't the wicked one. She rose up, taking responsibility for those careless actions while looking for ways that won't just better her future, but better the future for the other lives out there.
       The least she can do is go down swinging, being incredibly combative until the very end. It was a rare moment of compassion, taking it upon herself to cease this endless suffering, defeating the woman who limited her actions. The maltreatment she went through even though Eleanor viewed her as a potential second in command was futile, the submissive knights being a completely different story.
It was inevitable that this tyrannical force would never share the power, realizing who exactly the main threat was. After being limited in that compound, forced to simply follow directions, Karma began to notice Eleanor's true intentions.
This psychotic woman planned on degrading her will to fight, soon becoming an obedient servant left with no free thought. In retrospect, she'd just become a slightly more useful knight, lucky if her name was remembered by her majesty, Eleanor Hall.
Although Karma's loyalty is typically questioned, the group unaware of what her next move is, her sacrifice is worthy of admiration. Even if it was primarily led for the prime focus of revenge, desperately claiming that title of being the best fighter, she still tried to all her heart's content. Plus, that motivation wasn't new for the heroes, pressured to initiate this war based off all the tragic demises of their loved ones.
In a way, animosity towards Eleanor is what brought these two unique forces together, soon meshing into a dynamic and beneficial partnership. So, Simon's sorrowful nature is justified, a mutual feeling after witnessing Karma's gory beheading. Whether or not this sacrifice was for personal matters only, that speculation being uncertain, she fought until the bitter end under ghastly conditions. That's something that Simon and the others would deem as respectable.
Unfortunately, staring at Karma's corpse won't bring back that fighting spirit, her death being inhumane to say the least. It's a troubling and complicated sight to endure, a mixture of emotions fusing with the death of this once heartless lunatic, but they must keep going. For even though she's gone, they're still alive, the world's last remaining hope to abolish the political power that is Eleanor.
They'll persevere through all the carnage, not losing track of their underlying goals. After all, with twenty minutes remaining, this must be the quickest reformation of their lives. They revolt for their future, for their loved ones! This scene implements a variety of death and anguish, heartbreaking to watch as the group cringes from the gruesomeness of it all.
However, all this violence is necessary in order to achieve their life of normalcy. They tried their absolute best to avoid conflict, evading Eleanor's posse at every which way, but there's no running from someone as persistent as her. With this consistent pattern of pushing them to the brink of exhaustion, sending their minds ablaze, it was only a matter of time before they decided to push back.
Now, it's time for them to prove Eleanor wrong, revealing that she does have a weakness, her lack of impulse control being the fatal flaw. For this woman never had to arrive at the sanctuary that day, a large portion of their group members still thriving while encased by a tranquil atmosphere.
They all can't help but imagine what life would've been like without Eleanor, Chris especially. The thought of Ryan and Jeannie still being alive is something he only locates in a dream, longing for those cherishing moments with his true family.
The only reason as to why the sanctuary has a negative reputation is because of Eleanor Hall, taking away their comfortable way of life yet again as madness began to flood out in the open. It was the introduction of that vile woman that ultimately led up to this war.
       All of this mental abuse and trauma was caused by that lowlife, tainting all of their once joyous and enchanting memories with sorrow and horror. That surreal feeling of relief and freedom that the sanctuary brought, providing this magical flare to their lives, was tampered with.
       Eleanor lit the match, erupting in a wildfire while simultaneously trampling on their livelihoods. Luckily, everyone's here to help extinguish this intimidating monster, finally settling the score with this dangerous woman. With all the torture she's put them through, it's only fair for them to eradicate the situation once and for all, together.
       Ricky stares at the series of problems ahead, growing overwhelmed by the army of knights ensuing them. For now, they're holding their own, covering their ground respectfully. However, with Karma now gone, leaving Eleanor preoccupied, they're easy targets.
       Living through this exhausting experience is enough to remind him about the past, envisioning those life scarring images that he'll never forget. Throughout this inexorable journey filled with malice and death, those memories of the stadium have failed to flee his mind.
       It's like he's permanently cursed, as if he were stuck in this perpetual loop, forced to relive all the difficult imagery. This entourage  of knights fused into a horde of mutants, resembling the similar scene as the stadium. Just like back then, they were there for similar reasons, the only true varying factor being rescuing their lost allies.
       Instead of fighting Eleanor, they were battling Admiral Johnson, ending in the heartbreaking death of Jill. What's worse is that there was no time to grieve, the horde of creatures chasing them out as ammunition was at an all time low.
       Now, he stands here, Jill fresh on his mind as his old habits start returning. Never would he have imagined the apocalypse being a confusing time of transformation, evolving from his old reclusive and timid ways. Hell, displaying a point of view regarding any subject was a task for him.
       Growing up, he never had a reason to fight, his family and friends being enough to make him happy. Kids his age wanted luxuries, gifts to pass the time by. Oddly enough, Ricky never felt that way, solely desiring a prosperous relationship with the people around him. The thought of being alone scared him; that's why life bundled up to his loved ones is enough.
       However, the day of his accident kickstarted the first major change of his life, realizing that devastating things can happen to decent human beings. That awful day where he lost his entire family marked the most vulnerable and fragile point of his life.
       In reality, the only person who got him through it was Jill, the first friend he ever made. Afterwards, it became a rehabilitation phase, having not known Chris and the others yet. The only person who was supporting him at the time was this simple girl, soon to be a huge aspect of his life.
He starts to delve deeper into his past, reopening wounds while reliving these heartbreaking moments of weakness. It's not just about the sanctuary, not about the stadium, not even the apocalypse itself. No. This is a memory that barely anyone bears any knowledge on, locking this demeaning period of his life away as if his mind was a vault.
No matter what, no one was getting in or out; that he was sure of. However, that was until he met Jill, the same day as the horrific accident that took the lives of his family. For it was her who came to his aid, both being a part of the same crash. Although the incident happened at such a young age, it's still something that sticks with him to this very day, recalling how terrified he was in that totaled vehicle.
       He hung upside down, pulse racing while swaying from side to side, struggling to undo his seatbelt. Shattered glass scatters around the demolished sedan as the piercing sound of the blaring horn causes a ringing sensation to arise in Ricky's right ear. Smoke escapes from the dented hood, as if it were about to burst into flames.
The front of the car is disintegrated, gasoline slowly dripping systemically, the pool of the flammable liquid inching closer and closer to the hazard point. Ricky is far too preoccupied to catch something as subtle as that, overwhelmed by the immense fear running through his body.
       Vaguely, he remembers calling out for his parents repeatedly, no answer. His head pounding, blood drawn around the back of his head as his vision grew hazy. All he could really do was admire his surroundings, taking in the "breathtaking" scenery of the forest they've crashed in.
The whiplash received from the wreckage made him immobile, left to dangle upside down as the blood rushes to his head. At the time, the distinction was clear in the fact that he probably won't make it out alive, his unresponsive parents being incredibly worrisome as this innocent, young boy is left unguided.
Upon further inspection, he catches a glimpse of the front seat, mortified by the life scarring sight. There lies his parents, injuries beyond repair even for the best surgeon. His father's impaled, a large portion of an oak wood tree piercing through the windshield directly into his chest.
On top of that, he was left unconscious for an unknown amount of time, nothing to be done for his father. Oddly enough, that isn't the most disturbing aspect of it all, his mother's situation being far more serious. Unlike her partner, she was thrown from the automobile, caught in the windshield like a rodent in a mousetrap, half of her body dangling outside the car on display for all the wildlife in the nearby vicinity.
Ricky at the time didn't know any better, curious as to why his mother would go against her rule of always wearing the seatbelt. After all, when it came to her son especially, she's always been gung-ho over the topic of safety. This irresponsible behavior is peculiar to him, drawing for any type of conclusions as to why his mother would be so reckless.
Suddenly, the revelation strikes, impacting him even more than the accident itself. For the reason as to why his mother's helpless body has been lodged in the windshield, her guts utterly shredded, was because he didn't listen to her. His seatbelt was left undone, his mother quickly handling the situation before disaster struck.
However, in order to perform that act successfully, she had to put her life on the line, eliminating her only saving grace to protect her kin. It was his ineptitude that got his mother killed, possibly surviving otherwise. At that discovery, his will to fight plummets only further.
Quickly, he begins to aggressively unbuckle his seatbelt, eventually succeeding as his head meets the roof of the car. That moment was where he reached the lowest point of his life, survivor's guilt already playing a factor just after a few brief scans at the situation at hand.
Now, there he lies, barely able to move his neck as the primary problem reveals itself. The sight of the leaking gas grows closer to the sparks, still frozen in shock over what he's just witnessed. In all honesty, he's given up, the blaring horn harmonizing with the occasional dripping of the gas.
With the danger heightening, unable to move, all seems lost, still grieving over the abrupt death of his family. In just a blink of an eye, everything he's ever known has vanished. All it took was one second for mayhem to disrupt this seemingly perfect and beautiful balance. He's officially alone, a mere foster kid bearing the burden of his choices leading to his parents' demise.
       As his body stats to grow limp, his hearing growing minimal, a blessing in disguise appears. It's Jill. A girl the exact same age as him, offering a helping hand as her expression is distraught. Clearly, there's a serious matter afoot, possibly relating to the explosion that's bound to occur.
       She begins to speak, Ricky starstruck for a moment as her appearance is like an angel, arriving during a most dire scenario. It's enough to make him smile, distracted from all the chaos around him as her words are incomprehensible. After all, his fruitful and hopeful nature has already depleted, blindly accepting whatever fate reveals itself upon him. 
      Oddly enough, she reaches out her hand, a calm and collected expression listed on her face, this brave soul risking her life for a stranger. For even when saving this broken vessel of a body felt pointless, she didn't care, grabbing ahold of his unresponsive body as the vehicle bursts into flames.
       It's similar to an action movie, the suspense driving the main character to commit a daring maneuver, life constantly on the line. For in that brief moment, if Jill was even a few seconds behind, Ricky would've been dead. In fact, both of them might've met a premature end, just like his family.
       Staring at that flaming sedan caused him to grow conflicted, grateful to be alive while also mourning the deaths of his parents. Their deaths were so brutal, far too vicious for a precious word like this. Little did he know that this world would soon change for the worse either way.
       Ricky continues to admire his surroundings, his past actions finally forcing him to stand up. It's finally time to take charge, take initiative during this heart pounding moment. Back with that accident, he couldn't do anything, hung up on his own idiocy potentially taking away the life of his mother.
       He never felt so evil, so useless. Almost as if the car accident was his fault, any simple decision he makes ending in immediate carnage. It was what sparked this submissive and shy side to his personality, following along with what others said. For if he had an opinion, it's his duty to keep it deep down in that darkened abyss that is his mind.
       The knights begin to charge full force ahead, their group at a complete loss with the difference in numbers. It's enough to make him enraged, desiring bloodlust while organizing a concise plan to escape this hell. Based off Skyy's intent glare, she's clearly on the same page.
       Although separating yet again might be challenging for the others to face, it's necessary to grant everyone to best possible choice when it comes to defeating Eleanor. With this decision, it'll shorten their load, saving time while leading to the eventual standoff.
       Skyy runs ahead, looking to confront Chris and the others about kickstarting some remarkable plan to guarantee their success. Finally, Ricky feels determined, itching for any sense of victory as a new wave of confidence rushes through him.
       Past events might've scarred him, consistently leaving a negative reminder in his brain, but when it comes to this group, he'd partake in any strenuous act to better his allies. It's time to stand proudly, tackling this new journey of independence.
       "Guys! There are far too many knights around. How are we gonna hold them off while fighting Eleanor at the same time?" Skyy asks worriedly, trembling from the terrifying sight of what they must face.
"It's too early to decide right now. Let's just focus on creating distance from us and them until further notice. Later we'll think of something," Myracle states sternly, Ricky beginning to notice everyone's behavior.
Their movements are becoming more wild and out of control, intimidated by this large force of people persistently pursuing them. The pressure is so immense that Chris is completely silent, solely focusing on trying to stay alive. For if he even missteps, it could lead to his demise.
Since they're incredibly outnumbered, concentration is key. However, this was what Eleanor was praying for, benefitting off her army of followers. With everyone's thoughts in a frenzy, focused on staying alive by all means necessary, that high threat level is preventing them from creating a plan.
Unfortunately for her, Ricky has stepped up, reading in between the lines as inspiration fuels his hunger to succeed. His friends are taking the brunt of the chivalry, Ricky primarily using his duel pistols for protection. The others would follow in his footsteps, allowing them with the chance to relax, but there's simply no time.
Taking all that into consideration, he knows that they must split up. In the process of it all, the small group will intend on drawing away majority of the knights, lessening the workload for the ones fighting Eleanor. Although there's always power in numbers, separating is what's best in this situation.
"I have an idea, but it's going to be risky," Ricky begins, catching the others' attention.
"Just come out with it Ricky! We're in trouble here, so obviously it's going to be dangerous Mr. Sherlock Holmes!" Simon says flatly, the joking and sarcastic tone clearly derived from the stress of it all.
He brushes aside the sly remark, not affected by anything. At this point, his idea is their only chance at having a decent shot at facing Eleanor respectfully. There's absolutely no way any of them would be able to take her on with the endless amount of her troops protecting her. Even if they were close to making headway, her loyal subjects would just sacrifice themselves anyways. This is the best choice for the group.
"We need to split up. I'll draw majority of the knights away while heading towards the hatch. It'll leave you guys with some leeway when it comes to finally killing Eleanor, but I will need some help with this plan," Ricky states confidently, his once bashful attitude subsiding.
"I'm in. I'll assist you Ricky," Skyy states immediately, bearing no hesitation whatsoever.
Ricky's idea granted them hope in a way, guaranteeing a formulated game plan during a once crushing endeavor. There was no time to catch a break, falling accordingly in Eleanor's overarching plan. To break out of that weak psychological state is extremely vital to their success as a group. Thanks to Ricky, this might've just bought them additional security and motivation.
Jess on the other hand grows concerned, breaking out of her trance. There's the obvious fear of being separated from her friends yet again, unable to help them whenever they're in need. It's the feeling that always manages to distract her during altercations like this, wary about the slight possibility of one of her friends meeting their end.
The last thing she wants is to discover that one of her allies met their demise while she wasn't around, barely anyone around as the realization strikes them a mile a minute. It's something that haunts a person, the idea of dying being a terrifying thought.
Besides fearing for the lives of her people, consistently being a perpetual struggle, one factor alone further conveys Jess' vexatious behavior. How could Ricky be so confident that they'll retrieve the keys in time, merely placing their trust blindly?
Sure, they've all gotten close, used to being around each other every day, but the fact that he doesn't express any hint of worry or solemn is baffling nonetheless. She understands how trustworthy everyone is, but nothing is ever for certain. After all, in order to succeed, they'll need to pry these keys out of Eleanor's grasp.
There are no places to hide, no places to run. It's time for them all initiate their combattive nature and simply hope that it'll be enough. Their real battle starts now. With this plan, it kickstarts the change they've been talking about achieving throughout this whole journey. All Jess needs is some reassurance.
"That sounds good Ricky, but what about the keys? You'd be going to the hatch without them. What if we can't get them in time?" Jess asks nervously, aiming to see what direction he's going in with this extreme idea he's concocted.
"Just do your best Jess. You may not believe in your own abilities, but I do. We all do! I know that together, we can accomplish anything. Once you find an opening, you take it. I'll see you on the other side; that's a promise," Ricky says gleefully, smiling from ear to ear as Skyy pressures him to move.
They begin to head off, Jess satisfied with his answer. Although she contradicts herself sometimes with her hesitancy, worrying about the littlest things arbitrarily, she always manages to bounce back. With that extra boost of energy, it was what Jess needed to continue back in this fight. Now, she's officially ready to test her grit and determination in the battlefield.
"We're going too," Rosie states bluntly, the response coming out of nowhere as she grasps her daughter's hand.
Those words are enough to shake Debbie and Chris to their core, stopping all attacks as yet again, Rosie is separating from them. This time, it's of her own intuition, her own choice. They've already been through hell and back, Eleanor kidnapping them, reuniting, only to be drawn back and forth in this repetitive cycle. They trust Rosie, but it's still difficult to accept this.
The others begin to pick up Debbie and Chris' slack, not leaving them just yet. After hearing troubling and worrisome news like that, it's a lot to take in, especially with their history of isolation. Typically, it ends in death, mentally destroying their once bright and cheerful personalities.
Even when Ricky was discussing the plan, they were partially listening, nodding in agreement while executing these knights one by one. Chris went melee alongside Myracle as Debbie fired her gun. They were in sync, acting like guardians during a vital moment of gaining control.
Rosie stands up straight, confident with her decision. Although the thought of leaving her family scares her just as much as Debbie and Chris, reminded of Jeannie's sudden death, it's the best decision, especially for Lily. No matter what, her daughter must survive, residing closely to the hatch serving as an insurance policy.
Besides the fact that they're closer to the exit, awaiting for the keys to grant them with freedom, there's also less angles to cover. By entering these narrow hallways, it makes fighting much simpler, allowing them to catch a break. Leaving Chris and Debbie is always devastating, not knowing if she'll ever see them again, but for Lily, this must be done.
"If something bad happens, I want Lily to at least have a better shot at making it out alive. Even if I have to break open that hatch with my bare hands, I'll do it. Please don't worry though. I'll be careful," Rosie states with a small smile.
This was what they were all afraid of, history repeating itself as they pray for this promise to reign true. Conflicted feelings will arise, but even Debbie and Chris can agree that being relatively close to the hatch is better equipped for protecting Lily.
They will be attracting a large quantity of knights, but there's only one possible route they can come from. If all the hostiles are directed towards one bunched up area, the mission would've been a success. This needs to work. After all, with the unpredictable patterns of their stressful lives, they're due for a victory.
Debbie begins to approach her daughter, still not speaking as Chris jumps from the realization, quickly walking behind her. This peculiar behavior from his mother is rather intriguing, choosing to not showcase her frantic panicking or jumbled up words.
All she does is smile, wrapping her arms around Rosie as tears streak down her face. This is why people have children in the first place, watching them grow and persevere through life's endeavors, soon blossoming into their true selves. It's the process of maturity that makes a mother proud, watching it go full circle as her first child makes a choice based off Lily.
Rosie has grown into an independent and more than capable mother, and that's an amazing accomplishment. It's almost like her baby birds are leaving the nest, looking to officially make decisions for themselves in this new life that will continue to evolve over the years.
Soon, just like in this moment, there will be a clear distinction as to when one's child has matured completely. With Lily, her priorities have shifted, setting aside her own health for others. That moment of separating from the warmth, the comfort that is her family might be a horrifying thought, but at the same time, there's a hint of confidence by embarking on this task.
Certainly, this won't be an easy task, numbers limited as the ones she relies on most are taking on their own battle. In doing this, the person who must always regulate Lily's safety is Rosie. After all, a little pain signifies nothing when it comes to the ones you love. Being on high alert at all times is only one trait of being a excellent mother.
Debbie pulls away, locking eyes with Rosie. This is heartbreaking for the two, never having been torn apart until just recently. They've grown accustomed to each other's company. It was the unforgettable dialogue and comical commentary that kept them all afloat for this long after all. Having something so reassuring like that suddenly vanish ever-so-suddenly will never be simple to replicate that welcoming feeling.
"I love you Rosie. I'll never stop loving you. That's something you must always keep with you. I see a bit of myself in you with your quick and calculated decision making, the solace and kindness you consistently foreshow to others in need. I'm proud of you, and I trust you to make the right call, but please, be extremely cautious. I can't lose my family again," Debbie says lovingly, giving one last enchanted hug before moving onto Lily.
The innocent girl stares up in confusion, trying to block out all the gut wrenching scenes occurring just in front of her. This is never a sight that Rosie wanted her daughter to see, yet another reason as to how good her judgements are. Perhaps, although the reasoning might be minimal, this is another deduction as to why it's best for Lily to evade such a brutal war zone.
One glance at Lily is enough to tug at Debbie's heartstrings, struggling to contain herself yet again with all the emotional farewells. Although this group seems to be unstoppable, Debbie can't help but fear for the lives of Rosie and Lily, wanting just one more chance to hold them, to cherish her definition of life itself.
"I'll miss you sweetie! Be careful and stay close to mommy, got it?" Debbie quivers from the sorrow, not wanting to let go.
Lily nods sheepishly, Debbie taking one last sigh of relief as she looks back at the people she's about to fight alongside with. Terror might be coursing through her veins, paranoia and worry practically in her bloodstream, but everyone here is so reliable. She wouldn't have any other people be the ones to assist her while also protecting Rosie and Lily back at the hatch.
It might be a difficult sight to endure, watching the two cornering that grand entrance, completely out of sight, but she must get through it. For she isn't alone, and neither is Rosie. They're fighting with their allies after all, and that'll be enough to finally win triumphantly over this menacing beast that is Eleanor Hall.
Next, Chris walks towards Rosie, his light at the end of the tunnel, his happy place. No matter what time period they lived in, she always managed to make him smile. It was just this irresistible charm about her, Jeannie containing the same vibrant and zealous nature as well.
       Back when Debbie and Jimmy were missing, prior to the suspenseful escape of
Bunker 03, all Chris had for family was his siblings. With no parents to guide them, someone had to step up, Rosie becoming an adult at a rapid pace. Even though their parents were believed to be dead at the time, she couldn't stop being the caretaker.
       Although she wanted the opportunity to feel, suppressing her emotions until she was alone, her job became looking out for her siblings. In retrospect, she wasn't alone, Chris and Jeannie old enough to fair for themselves. If this were normal life, Jeannie would've just gotten her job as a teacher, Chris finishing up his senior year of high school. A little responsibility is something that they're used to.
       So, even though Rosie was the ultimate provider, making food for them from time to time, ultimately taking on this motherly role, their dynamic never ceased to change. They were still independent, containing their own identities. Spending time with his sisters was all he had left besides his friends, and family was everything to him.
       He just got Rosie back, a second time. They were first reunited at the sanctuary, then just recently at the compound after the life-scarring incident of the kidnapping. Now that they're finally together, taking matters into their own hands, Rosie willingly wants to separate. He trusts her, but there's still a skeptical nature when it comes to letting his family roam free. The last thing he needs is another death in the family.
       However, this decision isn't up to him. If Rosie wants to take matters into her own hands, fully confident in her approach to better Lily's chances of survival, then he must let go of this irrational fear. It isn't up to him to control his sister's life. After all, she always was the smart one in the family.
       "Rosie I need you to stay alive. You've always been my best friend, getting me through all the dark moments in my life. When I'm at my worse, you're there. When I'm in need of a laugh, you provide. You're too important to me and to mom. Just please, be safe. I'll make sure to get those keys from Eleanor as quickly as possible," Chris says assuringly, reeling his sister in for a hug.
       "I will Chris. Look after mom for me. I know you guys can do this," Rosie states genuinely, the situation growing more hectic.
       Time might be minimal, but he can't just simply wave off his family. The others have to understand that. However, they shouldn't have to take on all these knights alone. Plus, Ricky and Skyy need to assist Rosie and Lily back towards the hatch. The time has come for them to depart.
       "Guys, I'm sorry but we have to get moving," Skyy says apologetically, not wanting to break up this moment.
       Ricky waits for them patiently, leaving Myracle, Jess and Simon to fend for themselves. As soon as someone turns away, fate is sealed, unaware of what's to come for their family members. They cant control what happens anymore. All they can do is remain faithful that everything will be alright.
       "I'm off. Stay safe guys," Rosie says blatantly, the discomfort written all over her face.
       Clearly, it's just as hard for her as it is for them. Right now is where the must aim to make a difference, doing everything in their power to defeat Eleanor and this persistent posse of shattered souls from the past. The time to act is now.
       Chris watches them run away, staring at his niece, his goddaughter as she whips her head around, protruding the biggest and most heart capturing smile he could ask for. That image is what keeps him going, striving for a life where happiness and comfort is the norm. Lily doesn't deserve to experience a similar, lackluster and degrading childhood like the rest. This battle will ensure that dream.
       "Bye Grandma! Bye Uncle Chris!" Lily calls out, striking Chris and Debbie as their sources of inspiration wrap around that dreaded corner, disappearing from their sight.
       Now, all they have is each other, the others accompanying her as they partake in the most  significant and stress inducing battle of their lives. They both might be devastated, solely thinking about how they'll push past all those obstacles with less allies to rely on, but they must disregard their emotions for a bit. Currently, their primary objective is finishing what they started. That'll be more than enough to help their family, even when they're not together.
Hearing the precious sound of Lily's voice is what motivates the two to rejoin the action, taking Ricky and Skyy's place as the amount of knights grow slimmer and slimmer. Once the plan is in effect, it'll create the perfect opportunity to engage in combat with Eleanor herself.
They flee through the elegant marble entrance, Eleanor's commanding words propelling the guards forward. Her striking tone drives majority of her followers towards the stragglers, wishing to fulfill their lord's request.
Perhaps, she's aiming to strike fear in her enemies, this entourage of men charging full speed ahead towards their allies and an innocent little girl. The sudden reformation of her troops could psychologically alter their mindsets, throwing them of their game completely. For if there's even a hint of reluctancy in their attack, it'll lead to their glorious downfall.
Although this could just be a representation of mere confidence alone, aware of their plan as they mentally prepare to toy with her prey. Either way, the group sees it as a victory, knowing that they won't succumb to these mind games, not again. There's nothing this vile woman can say to divert their attention elsewhere.
Simon soon begins to discover an opening, leading to Eleanor directly. With these, they can finally put his abusive mother's reign of terror to end. This was the revolution he's been waiting for, constantly dreaming about this moment of rebuttal for a lifetime. The others must be informed about this matter right away.
"Guys, this way!" Simon states vaguely, Chris and Debbie following eagerly as Myracle remains where she is.
A chance to attack might've revealed itself, but they still can't partake in a challenging fight with her minions still around. At least one person has to be held responsible for keeping the remaining knights at bay. With that in mind, there's a possibility that they can get this done.
Myracle looks behind her, spotting Jess in what would normally be conundrum, but she swiftly reevaluates her surroundings, taking care of the matter. It's impressive in all actuality. Watching her pupil, her disciple, her student handle an altercation with such ease.
Not too long ago, Jess was a trainee, unable to carry a sword without losing a large amount of stamina. She was a rookie, a novice looking to better the group and themselves by learning the in and outs of self and defense. In an apocalyptic world filled with savage-like mutants, being versatile is everything, using these survival skills efficiently even when under immense pressure.
It was Jess' passion that led to her high success rate, her swordsmanship skills evolving based off of Myracle's teachings. The growth was immeasurable, all happening right before her very eyes. In fact, it made her understand just why she took such a liking to Jeannie all those years ago.
The thought to teaching was always intriguing to Myracle, curious as to how one can simply train another to replicate the same movements they convey. Although Jeannie's expertise was in overall fitness, fighting not being a general aspect of her teachings, Myracle related to her in a way. After all, they were both hardworking and tenacious powerhouses who are skillful in their professions.
That day where Jess asked for her help was where Myracle really felt a part of the group, being useful for a fellow ally's overall readiness when it came to the outside world. She helped made Jess feel seen, desiring to be more than the doctor. It was something she admired about her first ever student.
However, watching her grow into this independent and decisive warrior is her most proudest accomplishment, fusing Jess into the fighter she always wanted to become. She's always had the potential, but Myracle just gave her a little push. In reality, Jess did the rest.
Now, there's the result right there, Jess manhandling the knights as if they were barely worth any trouble at all. It took a lot of effort for her to reach this point, slowly growing more and more comfortable over time, but she's finally ready for her own individual mission. Jess doesn't need Myracle around to succeed, her skill level being more than ordinary.
Right now, what's needed is a strong, trustworthy mind to assess the situation at hand while keeping the threat to a bear minimum. While the rest focus on Eleanor, someone needs to maintain a steady, focused mind, not letting any negative emotion take over.
Jess hasn't taken on this burden of a responsibility yet, but she's more than capable of carrying out this task. There's still a lot of knights, but with her help, it'll guarantee them easy access to Eleanor. Plus, Myracle needs to be there, not just for a personal vendetta, but to regulate Chris and his actions.
The utter love she feels for him is actually ridiculous, growing annoyed at herself for how girly and demure she becomes around his captivating presence. His spontaneously driven and caring attitude is something she adores about him, finding the sincerity of his voice attractive, but that same kind behavior is also his biggest weakness. A "weakness" that Eleanor will target throughout this battle.
Pain won't stop him, but attacking someone he cares for will only enrage him, leading to potential outbursts that result in failure. It's up to Myracle to keep his mind clear, reminding him to stay cautious. He's never one to give up, easily one of the best fighters this group has to offer, but he simply cares too much. After all, he'd do anything to protect the ones he loves.
       "Jess! Keep the knights at bay. I know you can handle it, and this is the best precaution we can take right now," Myracle exclaims, Jess glancing at the situation at hand.
       Normally, she'd be skeptical, hesitant on handling the task alone. After all, she's always been the protector, the backup plan in case things go south. However, in this moment, she's more than the definition she's given herself. It's now her job to limit the damage by eliminating the barrage of knights for good.
       "On it!" Jess states pridefully, leaping into battle as knights soon meet their demise one by one.
       She went from running away from all confrontations, petrified to lose a patient that'd degrade her lackluster reputation, to an independent and fierce warrior. There was a time when stepping on the battlefield was never even an option, rarely seeing her encountering a mutant altogether.
       Now, the transformation has officially set in, all her once self-deprecating and demeaning thoughts fading away, replacing itself with a calm and collected energy. That's exactly what they need right now, someone to create a tranquil environment during a chaotic one. Although it took her a while to find herself, Jess finally did it.
       Blood splatters in the air, practically floating for a minute as her coordination skills shines brightly, perfecting these swift and precise movements. It's as if she's been training her whole life for this moment. All the while being concerted as the sincerity of the situation fails to faze her, solely focusing on this important task, keep this plethora of knights away from the group.
       Watching this causes Myracle to grow sentimental, almost feeling like the student has surpassed the teacher, able to move cooperatively with one another if need be. It's like a dynamic duo was created today, soon developing a potential beautiful partnership between the two forces.
       Emotions begin to have a hold over her, realizing exactly how Jeannie felt when her fitness courses at the sanctuary paid off, spotting the satisfied yet paining grins of the others after workouts. It's a small thought, typically overlooked, but it assembled a sense of community as it ensured their readiness when it came to endurance-like confrontations.
       She leaves it at that, leaving Jess on her own devices. For she's powerful enough to accomplish anything, surveillance of her actions no longer required. Even if a problem were to arise, Jess in danger, she'll be there to back her up; they all will. After all, that's what friendship and unity truly is.
       The group faces Eleanor, left breathless as they gasp for air. With all the torture their bodies have been through, exerting a good portion of their energy to make up for lost time, it's shocking that they haven't lost focus yet. They've finally reached the point of no return.
       If there's even the slightest chance that their bodies can temporarily rest while Eleanor attempts to stall for time, they'll use that ploy to their advantage. Hopefully then, their sparks to succeed will revive, electrifying them as they enact this final fight.
       "Why hello again! It's interesting to see that sudden split up with half of your people. However, I'm still having trouble deciphering whether or not that was a smart idea," Eleanor states in a condescending tone, the others trying not to get riled up.
       The last thing they need to do is waste precious time with these disputes, depleting their energy as blood pressure skyrockets. Although it's incredibly tempting to rebuttal against this enraging monster, they must resist.
       "Your charade is up Eleanor. Give up, or feel our wrath...your majesty," Myracle says sarcastically, disrespecting this fantasy-like world she created for herself.
       "Oh sweetie, there's no need for such formality. You can call me Eleanor as per usual darling, even Lord Eleanor if you must," She disregards Myracle's tone of voice, living the high life with her slaves surrounding her.
       Two broad men stand beside Eleanor, looming over the group while giving off menacing stares. It's almost like they're her bodyguards, her own personal pawn to do whatever she pleases with.
       Typically, a bodyguard's use is to be intimidating, sending shivers down one's spine if they dare talk poorly about their boss. However, in this case, they aren't a threat at all, Eleanor being the primary issue as usual. So, if they serve no use, what will this tyrant do? Dispose of them as if they were nothing. It sounds harsh but a possibility nonetheless.
       Suddenly, Simon gets an idea, formulating a theory on how they can get this woman alone with no troops, no backup. It'll just be the remainder of the group verses Eleanor, the winner being determined from this soon-to-be impactful duel.
       All they have to do is continue this unbothered look, appearing as if they aren't worried about her two disciples. Sure, they're probably better fighters than the rest, clearly good enough to be by Eleanor's side, but the group wasn't thrown off by their presence to begin with.
       Provoking her is the key, calling her weak and cowardly ultimately granting them their wish of a fair fight, finally. If they can just continue this nonchalant expression towards the guards, the plan could result in success. After that's over with, it'll just be up to them.
       "I'm surprised that you're hiding behind your spineless servants, mom. Aren't you supposed to be almighty and powerful? To just hide from all the action, catching your breath is by far the weakest thing I've seen," Simon taunts her, attacking this woman's inflated ego.
       "Simon's right. That's no way a champion, a ruler, the Eleanor Hall takes care of business. I'm ashamed, truly. I never thought that you could be such a coward," Chris says disappointedly, Debbie soon catching on the trend.
       "It's what she always did, hiding behind other people. Her being powerful is just a misconception. She's weak without these people following her every command," Debbie states harshly.
       Eleanor smirks maniacally, soon snickering  about their bold commentary. However, they do have a point in one thing, she truly doesn't need an insurance policy. With what's about to go down, she's positive that these imbeciles will be proven wrong yet again.
       Although she seems to be taking their advice lightheartedly, acting as if listening them didn't remotely irritate her in any way, there's some dubious nature about. They can tell, Eleanor trying to locate the correct words as she whispers something into the two men's ears.
      Just like that, they nod courteously, departing in a swift manner. The others pay no other mind to it however, attentive as to what's happening before them. For if they even glance behind them, it could be enough for Eleanor to attack. Knowing how unpredictable she is, anything can happen.
       There's no telling as to what terrible deed she's capable of, especially after sending out the entirety of her infantry out to kill a group protecting a four year old. After all, she was willing to put her own life on the line to prove herself as superior, any sinful act being fair game in her mind. If that's not daring, then what is?
       "Think I'm a coward now? I know that even if your other allies were here, even the weaklings who met their foreseeable and deserved end, they wouldn't be enough to take someone of my caliber down. You're all simply too weak, narrow minded even. If you were all just my subjects, this all would've been avoidable," Eleanor says wickedly, dishonoring the dead.
       The amount of fury coursing through their veins actually causes anguish, repenting any vulgar words to be thrown out of their moves. They can't get caught in a screaming match, solely wasting more time as Eleanor is granted satisfaction. That won't do. This matter will be settled, but not through words. It'll be settled with her death, a gruesome, merciless death.
       Debbie bites her tongue, longing to get her hands on the creature that badmouthed her family name. All she sees is red, the others the same, especially with Chris knowing his ill temper. This is by far the most furious she's ever felt, holding back actually causing physical pain on her body, as if it was rejecting this lack of a response.
       Although it hurts, although she craves the sweet release of inflicting violence immediately, she'll keep her radical thoughts deep down until it's time to erupt. From killing her family, to traumatizing them, to disrespecting them. That's something that Debbie refuses to tolerate, Chris included. They'll ensure that Eleanor's death is painful.
       "There ain't no way I'd subject myself to the torture of being under your control. I'd rather take my own life, then deal with that maltreatment. However, even worse, you dare disrespect my family, the ones that killed, defiling all of us. I can't wait for you to pay for all these unforgivable actions you psychotic bitch!" Debbie roars, Chris stepping forward.
       "You can degrade me, berate me, put me down. But, if you disgrace my family and friends, that's something I'll make sure you atone for, with your life. So, let's fucking dance bitch!" Chris spits, lunging at her as the others break out into a fully organized attack, as if they've been practicing this formation for years and years on end.
They leap into action, swords clashing while accompanied by a series of dodges from Eleanor. Pure adrenaline seems to be driving them forward, any sense of exhaustion being overlooked as this huge target is placed on the mongrel's back.
       After being a victim to her twisted mindset, instilling these permanent traumatic experiences in their brains, all they see is red. Animosity serves as their main force of motivation, longing to be that memorable soul who finished this villainous tyrant. Achieving glory and fame like that would be life changing, all that torture and mental abuse subsiding for at least a moment.
       However, they can't seem to get a hit on her, occasionally getting close, but it's never enough. Just as they begin to move with leeway, making it more challenging for Eleanor to keep up with each individual's tracking, she shoves at least one threat away. All it takes is something like that to create an opening, back to square one.
       Myracle takes a second to rearrange her next plan of action, catching a break in the process. While she deciphers on what to do next, analyzing Eleanor's movements along with her allies', she catches a glance of Jess. Her demeanor says it all, concentrated on the task at hand just as Myracle expected.
       Seeing her work with such precision and accuracy is impressive to say the least, making such extraordinary progress in the short amount of time they had together, but something is keeping Myracle skeptical. It has nothing to do with Jess' capabilities, her choices being clear and distinct than ever before.
       Oddly enough, what's confusing her isn't about Jess and her well-being. No. It's about this odd formation created by the knights, practically circling her in attempts to disrupt her visibility. Handling the remaining knights will obviously be a task, but they aren't remotely close to her level of expertise. That isn't the problem here, the amount of knights dwindling radically. Even if the knights all charged towards her at once, there's a strong likelihood that she'd prevail.
       The odd observation doesn't stop there moreover, leading into the reoccurring familiar faces in the distance, aiming to corner Jess while she's alone. The knights might not be as skillful when it comes swordsmanship, but this revelation could very well flatten her theory. For the devious discovery she's just spotted lies a few feet away from Jess, Eleanor's two bodyguards from before taking matters into their own hands.
       Winning is still a possibility for Jess, never counting her out of this troubling situation. However, the threats that have been introduced are more dangerous than those spineless followers, actually containing fighting experience as well as a broadened knowledge over the topic. This is something that wasn't new to them. Perhaps, if they're high on the pedestal right under Eleanor, they must be just as demented as their leader.
       All she can find herself wondering is, Should I go help Jess? Doubting was never a word introduced in her vocabulary, always giving the person the benefit of the doubt until further notice, innocent until proven guilty if you will. After all, if that were her, she wouldn't want to be interrupted, seeing a friend's arrival as a distraction, a liability even.
       There's a hesitance in her decision, afraid to leave Chris and the others alone while also contemplating whether or not getting involved is worthwhile. Capturing this powerful moment of unity warms her heart, the thought of leaving them so abruptly paining her. After all, she doesn't want to disappointment her significant other, leaving him in a precarious situation.
       However, if anything bad we're to happen to Jess, Myracle would never forgive herself, eternally blaming herself for the death that she foresaw but did nothing to prevent it. She was never one to avoid conflict anyways, jumping in head first always being the case with a woman like her.
       So, she'll have to leave Chris' side for a moment, aware of the potential outcomes or consequences that may arise, but he'd understand. In reality, it's just difficult to run away from his enchanting and calming demeanor, denying the thought of anything terrible happening to him. He must stay safe as always; he has to. She can't bear to lose him after seemingly abandoning them for a short moment.
       With a slow, relaxing deep breath, inhaling and exhaling, she's ready to assist her friend in need. Finally, she springs into action, catching the attention of Chris just after getting tossed aside by Eleanor as if he were rubbish. It's like she can feel his tempting oceanic eyes upon her, craving he undivided attention.
       "Myracle what are you doing?" Chris calls out with concern, dropping his responsibilities for a brief moment as the others continue to tussle with Eleanor.
       Hearing his loving voice causes her heart to flutter, sending butterflies in her stomach as the realization strikes her. Chris has no clue what she's up to, left to assume that she'll be alright without any warning of what's in store for her. All he got to see was her departing from him, serving as a reminder to Rosie and Lily just a few moments ago.
       Separating was never something she planned on happening. Hell, originally she didn't plan on growing attached to these people while formulating a supportive group, let alone find love amongst all the chaos. It just goes to show that one never knows what the future entails for them.
       For all they know, they could die in a couple minutes, either by the hands of Eleanor or by the bomb. However, that slight possibility of them being free from this monster who inflicted such pain and misery, is the source that's driving them to survive. In order to achieve that goal of obtaining happily ever after, Myracle's looking to save Jess from this altercation, wanting to experience the beauty of their soon-to-be glamorous life with as much allies beside her as possible.
       "Saving Jess," is all Myracle could say, confident with her choice while also scared as to what could happen to the others.
       The distance isn't far at all, the view being better than most seats during a concert. The thought of losing Chris in such a short amount of time just won't seem to disappear though, further building upon her fear that all this happiness and enthrallment could end in a blink of an eye, just like how this all started in the first place.
       This thought might petrify Myracle, not wanting to live in a world without her only love, but that can't be her focus right now. She's already made the plunge, committing to the plan of saving Jess from this life-threatening situation. Chris knows her anyways, familiar with all her mannerisms and typical tendencies after spending all these passionate moments together. He'll understand her choice.
       The thrill. The rush. It's the increment of Jess' life that she adores. That being the only reason as to why she enjoys the fighting from time to time. Carnage practically encases her, the horrific depictions of violence spreading throughout the battlefield like wildfire. What's viewed as nauseating and sinful doesn't bother her, used to the splatters of blood staining her shirt.
       It's not the life she prefers in the slightest, despising the act of ending the lives of people who don't share an opinion. People who don't have a voice. They're nothing but pawns, manipulated by the inhumane beast herself to infringe complete domination on her minions as she sees fit.
Despite the fact that they aren't in control, Eleanor being the ringleader in this overarching wicked scheme to kill the group, this is what's necessary in order for them all the survive. The act of taking a life away might be depressing to deal with, excruciating even, but it's a necessity when all the odds are against you.
Mentally, she's locked in, taking on the knights one by one as their numbers grow slim. She can't help but wonder, Am I actually doing this? If she were to succeed in this task, then it would make the fight with Eleanor much more easygoing, not having to worry about any outside forces intervening. With that in mind, she's now only more destined to achieve this goal in a timely manner.
The two bodyguards lurk quietly behind her, Jess not noticing their sly nature, solely focusing on what's in front of her. Myracle is still towards the far end of this entourage of knights, calling out to her ally but to no prevail. The actual knights themselves aren't the issue, but there's too much forces blocking her way. It's only a matter of time before those two strike.
She moves as quick as possible, her previous attempts of catching Jess' attention failing tremendously, her friend being completely locked in on what's in front of her. There's a strong likelihood that Myracle won't reach her in time to help, but the least she can do is perpetually warn her until Jess is forced to listen.
"Jess behind you!" Myracle shouts in a serious tone, causing Jess to awake from her trance.
Whipping her head never felt so frightening, the twin knights practically on top of her as their blades inch closer and closer to her skin. On top of that, some other knights still remaining, posing a threat regardless of their skill level. For even if she was stronger than all of them individually, all it takes is for one mishap to disrupt her balance, leading to a barrage of enemies ensuing her all at once.
Although she might be light on her feet and efficient when it comes to swordplay, portraying her calm and collected behavior, the difference in allies and enemies are just too extreme. That's why any mistake could signify the end, this moment being a rather petrifying one.
However, she must maintain her concentration, looking for a way out of this situation. After all, it's out of her nature to lose focus once things get out of hand. That's what kept her alive for this long, withholding the ability to adapt no matter what obstacle she's facing.
In that moment, she spots an opening, rolling out from under one of the guards only to be met by another. This time moreover, she has the advantage, driving her knee to his face as he begins to grow dazed. Instantly, she goes for the finishing blow, relieved that taking this guy down was just as simple as the others, only to be met with surprise.
As the blade reaches its destination, on the verge of piercing his back, he dodges the attack his sword barely nicking her stomach. They separate for a moment, Jess' hand over the scratch. Clearly, this is going to be tougher than originally anticipated.
With no one around, Myracle taking on all the knights at once, ultimately taking Jess' prior job, this fight is solely reliant on her ability to perform. Right now, it's just her and her alone. She'll need to come up with a plan to take care of business by any means necessary.
On that note, she smirks, exuberant at the thought of proving herself. After that close call, she's fired up, prepared to take on any hurdle that reveals itself. For if anything out of the ordinary comes about, she'll atone for whatever that may be, adapting to this unpredictable nature.
So, it's time to get back on that saddle, and fight to all her heart's content. Even though this engagement will be harder than most, she's prepared, thrilled to be fighting alongside her mentor. She was the one who shaped her into the warrior that Jess is today. Now, Myracle gets to see how her trainee responds under pressure.
Although, they're in two different affairs, stuck with their own issues, their pace is relatively the same, even some of their moves being similar. After all, with a teacher like Myracle, providing Jess with an arsenal of attacks, it's only natural that she'd replicate them in a real battle.
The sound of swords clashing fills the air, none of them looking to give up or stop while they're ahead. This is what they walked into, aware of the challenges before them. There might be a lot at stake, that doomsday clock still ticking away, but they haven't been more prepared than in this very moment.
Jess continues to dodge their attacks, becoming highly offensive unlike before. Compared to the other troops, these guys are much more trained, clearly taught well to wait for the right moment rather than leap into action. Their defense is impeccable oddly enough.
However, comparing them to Jess is a whole other story, the difference in power being clear. They might be rather versatile when it comes to fighting, possibly even well coordinated, but it's no match for her. She's had to learn on the fly, used to all the madness ensuing her. This is no different, new obstacles only adding to her fierce, competitive side.
She's used to her mind being toyed with, her enemies using this psychological warfare to corrupt them into miscalculating their next move. It's become so frequent that she barely pays any mind to it. However, if she were to knock over one peg, killing just one of these men, the other will soon follow. For they aren't used to this type of psychological torment while in battle.
She pretends to misstep, her knee hitting the floor as the bodyguards collectively attack in a conjoined pattern. Bingo. Just like that, she's played them like a fiddle, forcing them to attack while she prepares to finish the job. As the swords come crashing down her, she flees at the last minute, slitting the throat of the first bodyguard with her katana.
A breath of fresh air soon follows, having abolished one threat being the highlight of this endeavor. Luckily, the odds are in her favor, this last guard being the final domino in this army of knights. Once he's eradicated, all it leaves is Eleanor Hall herself.
She meets the gaze of the other guard, shocked to see him mourning the death of his colleague. It's almost like they were close, understandable considering the amount of time spent around with Eleanor. Come to think of it, the amount of lives she's impacted by eliminating these knights has created an endless list of mortified faces.
Genuinely, he looks broken, as if some human decency actually remains in his battered body that's been tainted by that vile witch Eleanor. If only he were with them, then perhaps, he could've been truly happy. Unfortunately, that isn't the case, already too far gone based off this connection with Eleanor.
No one here deserves to die for that cruel and heartless monster, but it's either him or her. She might not feel comfortable with it, she might not like it all, but that's the truth. If she plans on staying alive for the others, seeing this magical future out until the very end, then this is something she must do.
       "You'll pay for that," the guard spits furiously, charging at Jess.
       She gets in her normal stance, blocking the guard's swing with her katana, barely budging from her location. It's strange, although he's enraged about the death of his fellow comrade, supposedly sharing a close bond with him, his attacks aren't more forceful.
       Typically when one's in a fragile state, there's more of an urgency to hurt rather than defend, becoming that much more difficult to be on the defense. In this case though, the amount of strength is the same, meeting him at eye level as he begins to smirk sinisterly.
       She can feel her legs give out, the side of her body crashing to the floor after tripping her ever so suddenly. Just like that, the tides have shifted, barely stopping his blade from puncturing her chest as his weight leans on her body. She's managed to position herself on her back, obliques no longer vulnerable to attacks.
       His knees dig deep into Jess' sides, causing her to scream from the agony. Of course, he is apart of Eleanor's sadistic infantry after all, initiating foul play being the norm with them. Any method to further degrade and tire out the other opponent is encouraged, getting their leader one step closer to world domination.
       "Yeah, keep screaming you insolent fool! This is only the start of the pain. Once I sink my blade into you, just like how you did with my ally, then our army will be one step closer to killing all your family and friends. Finally, Eleanor will reign as the supreme leader! It is milady's divine right!" The guard chants, a deranged expression growing on his face.
       She choses not to respond, now realizing just how far gone this soul was from rejoining reality. There's no way they can redeem his personality and voice that Eleanor stole all those years ago. He's one of them now. She musters up the courage to spit in his face, not wanting to waste her precious breath on someone like him.
       "Oh you've really done it now," he growls, pushing down his sword with all his might.
       At that point, Jess can feel her arms giving out, practically like jelly as the tip of the blade inches closer to her thoracic cavity. Her strength has been used up at this point, blood finally drawing as the blade gently creases her skin, revealing just how sharp this weapon is.
       As blood begins to show, Jess' strength fading, it almost seems like her fate is sealed. She's seen the writing on the wall, accepting that she's lost this particular interaction. There's nothing more she could've really done, the bodyguard containing more upper body and arm strength.
       She catches a glance at Myracle, clearly going ballistic while entering a downward spiral. After losing Tara, her last remaining family member under her surveillance, this was her chance to get past that by taking on this challenge with the very person who made her feel welcomed in this group in the first place.
       Chris always was her person, keeping Myracle sane throughout majority of their time together, but Jess was the first member besides  her lover that made her feel useful. To her, that validation was everything, proud to have shaped Jess into such a strong and well rounded warrior. It was a moment in her life that was irreplaceable, that feeling of being seen rushing through her.
       Now, Jess lies there, helplessly as Myracle desperately tries to handle the last few knights. Just like with Tara, she might just see another soul vanish right before her very eyes. Despite her best efforts, it wasn't enough, typical. She doesn't wish for Myracle to blame herself for being too late, depleting her confidence little by little because it was that remarkable mentor that got her this far in the first place.
       Her journey might be coming to an abrupt end, arms on the verge of collapse as death comes knocking at her door, but she's appreciative of all her accomplishments. The growth that she's gone through has been for the better, realizing what it means to be surrounded by people that love you unconditionally.
       As her final seconds slowly start to creep in on her, she's reminded of her mother. The reason why she even became the doctor of the group was because of that questionable death, solely wanting to make her mother proud of all the positive effects her life brought out.
       Instead of looking for the approval of someone who's gone, aware that it was just herself that was assigning all these responsibilities, she'll examine that odd choice of becoming a doctor. For it was that peculiar decision that lead to an era filled with happiness and satisfaction.
       Her mother will be proud of her regardless, but something even more riveting is that Jess is proud of herself. Death isn't something she's afraid of anymore, simply grateful for having gotten to know all these spectacular souls. All she can do now is hope and pray that they receive the promising future that was promised.
       Just before the guard delivers the final push, she shuts her eyes, prepared to finally stop prolonging this already harmful process. She's been struggling to stay alive for so long, it's time to accept that not everything can go according to plan. Although the sound of Myracle's screams are devastating, despising the thought of leaving her friends, Jess still wishes them, her group, her family the very best.
       However, before her fate his determined, an unexpected hero arises from the ashes stabbing Eleanor's second in command as he hits the floor. Blood begins to pour out profusely from their body, the guard making gurgling noises as he desperately gasps for her, tears starting to fall from the pain.
       Jess opens her eyes, utterly perplexed as to what she's witnessing. What she expected to see was a heavenly landscape of magnificent nature with her mother greeting her. It would've been an enchanting and angelic entrance, opening up into a field of beautiful flowers.
       The view would've been breathtaking, having this tremendous opportunity to reunite with her friends and family. They all would've been there, her parents, Sarah, Jill, Tara. All of the ones they lost would be there to greet her, congratulating her on job well done.
       Upon her astonishment, taking in the troubling yet relieving sight. She's met with something far more amazing than that image circulating in her mind. Although she's never stopped missing the deceased, she can't bear leaving her family with the burden of her crippling death. In reality, she'd miss them too much.
       At long lost, she looks up at her savior, Myracle finally defeating all the remaining knights that spread throughout this vast region. There lies Chris, her leader, her friend who's come to her rescue, bringing her back to the family she refuses to leave behind.
       "Are you okay?" Chris asks worriedly, reaching his arm out.
       She can't help but smile, seeing this person who has a long history with her standing triumphantly over the man that tried to kill her. Something even more ironic is that he saved her, recalling the recent moments of reviving Chris and stitching up his ever-growing injuries, snickering at the change of pace.
       "Well would you look at that, you saved me this time," Jess states wisely, earning a grin from Chris.
       "Just take my hand will ya?" Chris states with a slight chuckle, brushing off that passive aggressive comment.
       To think that their story together has come full circle is surreal, Chris having gotten over his overprotective and reckless phase as he takes matters into his own hands. When it comes to his people, Jess knows that he'll do whatever it takes to ensure their safety, but it's comforting to know that he's already reached rock bottom.
       What happened at the shoreline took a toll on both of them psychologically, affecting their outlook on life. It left a bitter taste in their mouths, leaving this weird, unsettled tension between the two. Now that it's accounted for, they both know that horrid behavior like that will never occur again. They've both grown so much, evolving into these spontaneous fighters with big hearts.
       All that remains is reuniting with the group, finishing what they started with Eleanor Hall. Now that they're stronger and more unified then ever before, the worst being behind them, all that's left to do is eliminate the woman who created all this havoc in the first place.
       Myracle runs over to Jess and Chris, tears in her eyes as she brings them in for a group hug. Her grip is tight, Jess squirming a tad while Chris seems unbothered, almost as if he were used to getting smothered with affection.
       "I'm so happy you guys are okay," Myracle says gratefully, Chris patting her head in response.
       Seeing her open up about her true feelings makes him feel at ease, as if she could consolidate in him. He's always hated that isolated and secretive behavior that slowly corrupts your soul, having lived a fragment of his life withholding this bewildering mindset.
       Although they typically aim to restrain their tears, finding it as a symbol of weakness, having this moment with Myracle feels different. For these aren't tears of anguish and mourning, they're tears of joy. Still, revealing emotions like these can seem intimidating, but the fact that she's grown comfortable enough to do so reassures Chris completely.
       She finally lets go, wiping the tears away while hiding her immense embarrassment. Chris has grown used to her timid and fragile side, but she doesn't wish to reveal this part of now, especially with Eleanor in the same room.
       "C-Chris, why'd you come after us? I'm happy that you did but still," Myracle stutters, desperately trying to repress her emotions.
       He smiles, growing mesmerized by her flustered demeanor, the crimson tint of her cheeks captivating him as if he were a bee drawn to honey. This just shows that there's more to this powerful and controlled front that these survivors put up, always carrying this emotional baggage until they find someone to share the load with them.
       "I'm not just gonna leave you guys when you're in trouble. Plus, we have a job to do, so let's get moving," Chris says encouragingly, hurrying back to the action.
       "I wasn't exactly in trouble per sa—," Jess counteracts, the others quickly shutting her down.
       "Sure," Chris and Myracle state sarcastically, having at least one more laugh before continuing this fight.
       Upon their arrival, the group becomes synchronized, moving with rhythm and determination as they all ensue Eleanor. When one would fall, stunned from their enemy's attack, someone else who step in their place. For even though facing this tyrant individually is practically impossible, Myracle having gone through that chagrin, together, they're unstoppable.
       With the is incredible dynamic, Eleanor can't even stop them, especially with how in sync Myracle, Jess and Chris are. Those have been the three most vital fighters in this interaction, enough to even keep that talkative wench quiet. If someone as pretentious and obnoxious as Eleanor gets silenced, it clearly signifies something greater.
       A collection of ideas begin to run through Eleanor's mind, deciphering just how she should handle all these different attacks coming at the worst possible time. They say that she's unfair, unleashing her army of knights upon them, but she could've had them dead a long time ago.
       In reality, even she has to take accountability for her actions, learning from this endangering mistake. Never again will she grant someone a second chance at life, no matter how comical it might be when it comes to mentally corrupting her victims. This is her task to redeem, handling the situation she created when a life of luxury could've already been upon her.
       This trio begins to grow overwhelming, even Debbie and Simon's attacks being invasive. She just might get injured if they keep up harmonious plan, everyone taking initiative in at least one moment of this battle. That's why it's so challenging to ensure. There's no one calling the shots, almost like a free for all.
       Finally, a moment of weakness reveals itself, Myracle and Jess making a mark as Eleanor grunts from the pain. She retreats slightly, giving herself enough time to accept what had just occurred. In a severe lapse of judgement, she let her guard down, becoming susceptible to these conjoined attacks.
       In a fit of rage, she unleashes her fury, the others barely giving her the time of day to stabilize. Normally, there'd be some banter going around, psychologically toying or provoking the opposing team. After all, it was Eleanor's specialty, even the others including a sly remark every now and then.
       However, all that follows is a series of distorted grunts, exhales meshing with the sounds of swords clashing as they all focus on one thing, survival. At this point, there's no more games, no more mental warfare to be done. It's time to do business like fully-fledged survivors.
       Eleanor quickly rebuttals, fuming from the wound on her arm, embarrassed to receive a scar from people like them in the first place. No  one is strong enough to impact her health and performance level. When did she lose that winning edge that kept her alive for so long? Were the knights her only trump card?
       "You'll pay for what you did to me!" Eleanor shouts angrily, all lines of defense and reason going out the window.
       With that glimmer of recklessness running through Eleanor's bones, infringing with her normal authoritative and superior nature, Debbie sees this window of opportunity. Finally, she can finally take aim, using the element of surprise to her advantage.
       She can feel her heart beating, trying to be light on her feet while also moving in a swift manner. If she wants this plan to work, it'll have to perfect, not even a trace of imperfections to be seen. For all it takes is one glance to ruin her chances at sparking change, potentially taking away the fantastic future she envisioned for the group members.
       Her body itches with excitement, knife in hand as it trembles, but it isn't from the fear. No, this is from the utter joy Debbie's imagining if this escapade were to succeed, potentially limiting Eleanor's abilities.
       After taking a brave leap of faith, simply praying for a positive outcome, it's like she can feel the world stop, as if this were to defining moment of their lives. With this one action, she could end this brutal history filled with death and misery. At long last, a state of normalcy will be achievable.
       Unexpectedly, the blade pierces Eleanor, lodged in her back as the ruthless monster let's out a blood curdling scream. Debbie is stunned, denying the fact that she was capable of doing something this praiseworthy. She isn't even the fighter of the group, always being the informative one that explores different ways for the group to transform into their true selves.
      When she dived out into unknown territory, unaware of the consequences, she was willing to accept whatever fate came about. For she did what she believed was the best choice for her children, and that's all that matters. Never could she have pictured her sneak attack serving as any use.
       However, the glory doesn't stick, Eleanor quickly turning around, pinning Debbie while simultaneously ripping open her leg with the katana. Just in an instant, she's found herself treacherous situation, blood gushing from her leg as she desperately tries to prevent any further damage.
"Mom!" Chris shouts worriedly, approaching the two only for Myracle and Jess to get kicked on top of him.
Although Debbie severely damaged Eleanor, her senses and reflexes not the same, it still wasn't enough. Now, it's up to Simon, frozen in shock ever since he saw Debbie commit to such a courageous act. There's an obvious choice here, using his limited ammunition to take a shot at Eleanor, but it's still too risky.
Luckily, it appears that she didn't hit an artery, the cut still being rather deep however. Their quarreling won't seem to come to a halt as he draws his gun out of instinct. He's always expressed his thoughts on killing his mother, now not really fazed much by the idea.
However, this wouldn't be just her life he'd be deciding from, Debbie remaining at a relatively close distance. The last thing he wants is to accidentally take away the life of his best friend's mother, leaving this overbearing guilt and tension for the rest of his life.
The correct answer might not be distinct, uncertain of what the right approach is, but he needs to fire this weapon regardless. For if he waits any longer, that huge laceration will only grow more dire, becoming impossible to save. With a wound like that, merely surviving is a perturbed subject.
"Just shoot!" Debbie yells in between her cries of agony, the others regaining their composure while their balance is finally restored.
As he inhales deeply, only three bullets in the chamber, he has to make it count. If there's even a remote distraction present, he won't just miss, but there's a possibility that he'll harm Debbie in Eleanor's stead. That's something he absolutely doesn't want on his conscience, eager to end his mother's abuse nature once and for all.
It all comes down to this moment, this shot proving that Simon is capable of acting on his own, willing to save a life. Once he even fires his weapon, his intentions will be clear, showing this lowlife of a mother that their son is worthy of admiration. They are worthy of love. Just because he didn't receive the adoration from her, doesn't mean that he hasn't felt supported by his true family.
Finally, he raises his pointer finger to the trigger, his arms rickety from the stress of the scenario. He knows that he must go through with it though, the remainder of his allies counting on this first shot to be perfect, a bullseye. So, as he pulls the trigger, that's when the real suspense kicks, leaving the group wondering, What will occur from this shot in the dark?
The sound of gunshots fulfill the air, reverberation through the multitude of hallways as the hatch finally is in sight. On a brighter note, the knights are coming down a pathway perpendicular to the ladder, leaving Lily in a rather safe vicinity.
Rosie practically dragged Lily across the cement floor, wanting to carry her but didn't, knowing that her daughter would've made a fuss. Her behavior has been surprisingly tolerable whenever they face troubling moments like these, but there are still times where she grows frustrated with her stubborn action.
However, she isn't in the right to blame her, forced to grow up in an apocalypse filled with unknown factors as well as a high amount of casualties. This isn't the thrilling and magical childhood that most of them all grew up with, practically spoiled with gifts and pleasantries.
In this environment, they're lucky to find a baseball and bat to play with, merely finding any toy being considered as a win in their book. There's no extravagant and technologically advanced toys, no online games to pass the time away. Hell, even board games for them are highly valued.
It's only natural for Lily to get agitated, allowed to do so with her background. This attitude just might raise Rosie's blood pressure, catching a glimpse of her mother's ways with her neurotic and paranoid conduct, but this is the exact reason as to why they're fighting in the first place.
Defeating Eleanor isn't solely about granting Lily the life she wanted, it's about gifting everyone in this group a normal and controllable life that they've always pictured in their minds. Before Lily was even a thought, Rosie and the others trapped away in the bunker, the thought of their previous fruitful lives would always reintroduce itself.
Realizing that their old way of life had vanished was hard for them, not really accepting that fact until Jill died. When Lily's due date started to slowly creep up on her, the morning sickness always putting a damper on her mood, that's when she officially came to terms with reality.
It was challenging to grasp this idea that her carefree life had disappeared, constantly on alert, especially now with Lily on the way. That wasn't what terrified her the most anyhow, Zach's death outshining the lackluster life she's been doomed with ever since they were placed in this bunker.
She's already adapted to that mindset, aware that she won't get to experience all the beauty and glamour their old life would've offered. The thing that made her the most frightened was how it'd affect Lily, a helpless baby born in a overrun world filled with savage-like mutants.
Her siblings know what aspects of their livelihoods have been altered, in the process of acceptance during this traumatizing experience. It hurts that Rosie can't do anything to prevent this from occurring, wishing she could just turn back time.
However, they're far more prepared than an innocent child, having to learn the harsh circumstances the world has to offer. She knew that her baby will soon grow accustomed to this living hell, willing to do whatever it takes to keep her kin alive. Regardless, she can't help but grow weary that Lily has lived through this life of misfortune and neglect. A child should never bear this torturous roller coster of life and death.
She finally comes to a halt, arriving at their assigned destination as havoc ensues behind her. All she can do right now is focus on keeping the knights at a safe distance, separating them from Lily especially. Locking eyes with her daughter is everything. In order to keep herself sane, she must protect Lily at all costs.
"Stay here honey. Mommy has to take care of some things," Rosie says shakily, this escapade turning into a wild shootout.
Ricky and Skyy are close to the action, bullets barely grazing their head as the collectively fire potshots at the troops down the hallway. Majority of the guards have swords and melee weapons, making them easier to take down, but some are proving to be threats.
The few that have the guns, their shots getting closer and closer to making contact, are posing as the main problem. In fact, the only redeeming quality of this situation is that they have a lot of space and cover, solely having to shoot down this cramped hallway with a barrage of knights.
Either way, they'll be hitting somebody, but that difference in numbers is still at play, Lily clearly seeing that as the loud ringing affects her hearing. With her mother heading straight into the line of fire, it causes Lily to grow scared, not wanting to be alone amongst all this madness.
"I don't want you to go. Stay here!" Lily begins to sob uncontrollably, the horrific nature of it all catching up to her.
Rosie gives a baffled expression, left wondering, How can I calm her down now? After all that nonsense she spoke about growth and becoming a good mother would be meaningless if she can't bode as useful in this case. This scenario is challenging for a four year old to wrap their head around, startled from all the negative aspects this life offers, but she needs to join the others immediately if they want to survive.
Locating the correct words have never been harder, trying to think about what she could possibly save to calm her daughter down. Usually, she always has an answer prepared, ready for absolutely anything to go down. Right now, she's just drawn a blank, not able to fathom just what happened to that calm and collected that kept her alive all this time.
She catches a quick glance at Ricky and Skyy, noticing their undivided attention to the task at hand, protruding this confident and powerful aura that wasn't present all those years ago. Sure, with time, anything's possible, but the amount of change that occurred here is surreal.
Considering the fact that they all practically share a similar backstory, everyone traumatized from different portions of their lives, it leaves Rosie in a questionable standpoint. All that runs through her mind is, How did they manage to persevere through their past?
When taking this risk ever-so-suddenly, branching off alone for the sake of her daughter, that was the moment where she thought that her story was complete. After all, she's gotten past all those demeaning deaths, prioritizing Lily over any cried thought that would appear in her mind.
In her eyes, saving her daughter from such dire circumstances was the defining moment of her evolution, proving to herself that she was destined to be a mother. After that high, the adrenaline rushing through her, it was assumed that all her emotional baggage and prior burdens was just water under the bridge, vanishing immediately.
However, she couldn't be anymore wrong, realizing that the reason as to why she's so frantic is because of that arbitrary choice to flee, left dumbfounded as to why she would abandon her family. That's her greatest flaw, that's what's keeping her back from moving forward.
It's that underlying fear that if she leaves someone she loves dearly, then they'll be the ones to meet their doom. This has already happened several times before, Jeannie being the most memorable. Zach might've lead her mind astray, contemplating on whether or not staying alive was the correct choice, but there was the cyclical nature of people dying soon after getting separated.
Originally, she thought that reuniting with that particular ally would break the chain, breaking this vicious cycle completely, but her hopes were dismantled. Once Jimmy died, that was the indicator that ultimately struck her, soon finding out about Jeannie. It was as if all her efforts to change for the better were squandered, resorting back to this scared and laid back attitude.
This was a genuine fear, continuing to be as she has now left everyone in her tracks at one point during this mission. That one person she's been with the most moreover was Lily, the realization soon hitting her like a ton of bricks. Despite Lily being her daughter, that's the reason why she's not leaving side, wanting to finally put an end to this cruel cycle.
It sounds like an irrational fear, but it's still something she suffers tremendously from. However, with the admiration of the people around her, all of them containing these heartfelt stories of highs and lows, she's realized that this is her moment of redemption.
She can't keep living in fear of this cycle she's created in her mind, the post traumatic stress causing this erratic behavior. In order to develop into her finest self, she must grow inspired from Skyy and Ricky, people who've completed their story by diminishing all their reckless fears and worries of the past.
Once Rosie accomplishes this goal of letting go, allowed to live in the moment by setting out to fulfill her goals, then that's when her soul will transcend into someone grand. She's already a good mother, sacrificing so much for her child. All that's left is to let go of all the bothersome things history has to offer, and instead, focus on the present while aiming for the future.
At that, she goes to condole her daughter, knowing that she'll be enough to sublime Lily's anxiety. They've all been through a lot, but that's why they're here. As soon as the light of her life is tranquil, that's when she'll join the fight, no longer worrying about the "what if's".
Smoke escapes from the barrel of the gun, Simon finally able to let out a sigh of relief. He didn't hit Debbie, that's what he was most afraid of. However, this isn't necessarily a happy ending, the result being far from satisfactory.
       Yes, the bullet didn't strike Debbie, following its correct trajectory, but one mere object prevented any miracles from occurring. Eleanor is still alive because of her damned katana, practically cutting that bullet in half as it took the impact.
       Even worse, she's now more relentless and vicious than ever, acting incredibly persistent on harming the already weakened. She knows that she's in trouble, her numbers lacking with her mind in a wild frenzy. The least she can do for her own ego is finish off the woman that made her this fragile, deepening her wound to a point beyond repair.
       Chris doesn't waste any time, quickly atoning for that miss as fires a round into Eleanor's shoulder, leaping on top of her with no discussion of a plan. Clearly, he's just acted on impulse, dialogue being optional. For even though his choices are questionable, the group constantly wondering just how he dives into danger on a whim, they know that he's one to be trusted.
       Simon looks at his friend with high regard, aware that he's one of the few people he can genuinely trust. Although he's made some troublesome decisions based on his emotions in the past, willing to take away his own life at times, they all know that in this moment he'll be alright.
       There might've been mistakes or blunders in his actions, but when it comes to the safety of his fellow peers, he wouldn't even think to commit such a reckless act with their health on the line. After all, he's met a steady, easygoing balance now. He's finally at a stable point in his wild life.
       Eleanor whimpers from the pain, loosening her grip on Debbie as she slowly begins to back away. She tries to move, but there's simply no way, far too much damage having been done to her leg as it begins to grow numb. Just based off of one look alone, her situation can't be easily maintainable.
       "Help me restrain her!" Chris shouts sternly, causing Jess and Myracle to quickly assist.
       Debbie watches the whole thing, blood steadily pouring out from her wound as Jess gives off a concerned look. It's not just her though, everyone quickly trying to eradicate the threat in order to reach their comrade in a timely manner. The last thing any of them needs is to watch this phenomenal woman suffer from such a catastrophic fate.
       On the other hand, the only person that remains in place is Simon, acting like a deer caught in headlights. Everything's just happening so fast. Ever since that failed assassination attempt on his own mother occurred, it's as if the pace has increased tenfold, going from Debbie's pestering injury to Eleanor's demobilization.
       The displeased grunts of his selfish mother ring in his ears, slandering the collective entity that is this group were her foul wordplay. Half the time, she's incomprehensible, her rate of speech so fast that it's almost like she's speaking gibberish, at least some type of foreign language.
       The tables have turned in the blink of an eye, unable to lock eyes on one remote thing. With all that's happening, they're lucky that Simon is still wielding a pistol in the first place. Quite frankly, he seems to have lost his edge, frazzled and unfocused from all the recent events.
       "Let me go! Let me go you foolish imbeciles! Once I get my hands on you, I'll ensure that you're all nothing but a distant memory, soon to be erased from existence. I'll have fun watching you all suffer as I kill your loved ones little by little. No matter how long it takes, even if I have to sacrifice myself to do so, there's no way you're all getting out of here in one piece!" Eleanor states sadistically, that fake and high and mighty attitude officially fading.
       It's intriguing, watching her true and horrid nature come to life as soon as things didn't go according to plan. It's as if she's entering a new form, her true, twisted form that sets out for revenge and constant praise and attention. Now that her army of knights are eliminated, her body weak and frail, that's where her real behavior is being revealed.
       Jess can spot the obvious dangers that lie ahead, whether it's Debbie or Simon's flustered demeanor, they'll be in a wave of fear and anxiety. Even if this vile woman is annihilated right in this very moment, taking one task off their plate, there's still barely enough time to treat Debbie and escape safely. It seems to be impossible.
       Although their next move might be unclear, the multiple choices being interchangeable, one this is for certain. Simon has to get a grip, and aim that crossfire directly at his authoritative and cruel mother. Either way, this journey had to end with her demise. There's not a care in a world anymore as to how this creature dies as long as it's ensured to have been done in the first place.
       "Simon! Shoot her!" Chris shouts intently, bloodlust in his eyes.
       "Yeah, we'll keep her at bay for a little but, just focus on shooting your assigned target," Myracle states formally, collectively struggling to keep Eleanor in one place.
       They say that she's restrained, they say that they'll handle the situation at hand, but will they really? Based of Simon's history with his once mother, she was never one to give up, always stubborn up until the very bitter end. Quitting wasn't in her vocabulary, willing to do any sinful act to ensure her victory. It's fitting for her character.
       She seems to be experiencing random bolts of energy, refusing to be demobilized any further. It doesn't long for certain members to lose their grip on her, getting shoved away as someone else takes over in their place. It's the daring, consistent and nonsensical cycle that just might be too risky.
       Simon can't help but speculate as to what disastrous consequences are about to unfold, tentative as to whether or not those two bullets left in the chamber will be enough to do this job. After all, he's planned out how to use his ammunition accordingly, as if it were one magnificent dream of prevail and achievement.
       "B-B-But w-what if I miss again?" Simon stutters, arms trembling from the fear of the situation.
       "Simon, you can do this! We don't have much time, but we need for you to go through with this act. We believe in you, we trust you! It's time to place some trust in yourself," Jess rambles on in between grunts, trying to fight through the pain of Eleanor's perpetual kicking.
       At those words, Simon manages to calm his nerves, the sincerity in Jess' voice clear that this is their only option. A lot might be happening, this finally battling containing a lot of terrifying factors, but they have established a course of action. With this group of heroes, anything is possible.
       He takes a deep breath once again, aiming his gun up proudly as that fray and doubtful mindset disappears. Slowly, he starts drown everyone out, locking in on the situation at hand as all noise and distraction soon begins to dim out. It may take him awhile to adjust at times, getting in his own head being his ultimate weakness, but once his mind clear, it's all smooth sailing.
       Finally, he fires his second to last round, practically watching that bullet pierce his mother's arm in slow motion. It wasn't exactly what he was aiming for, Eleanor's swaying body interfering with his perfected shot, but this is viewed as a win in his eyes. For the first time in his life, he's beaten this overbearing figure at her own game.
       A smile appears on his face, unable to hide it from the buildup of this empowering moment. A thought begins to cross his mind, pondering, Did I really just beat my mother? It's something he thought would never happen, only having the luxury of seeing that in his dreams from time to time. This redefines what happiness means to him, enthralled by what he's accomplished in this limited timespan.
       Simon has been through his fair share of battles, having his highs and lows endlessly. In fact, he was always at war with himself, bearing no self-confidence in his actions whatsoever. It was at the sanctuary where he officially hit rock bottom, soon transitioning into this encouraged and fierce mindset to push through all this negative aspects of his life.
       With that, he can finally leave a mark in this world. This was his moment, the moment he's been waiting for all his pitiful life. Now that his story is on the verge of completion, no longer conflicted with the topic of his mother while also able to withstand his own personal beliefs confidently, there's only one more step to retrieve his freedom. It's rather minimal, already accomplishing it in his eyes, but with one bullet left, he knows what he must do.
       Debbie perches up by herself, growing infatuated by the maturity and growth in all of those young, hopeful individuals. It makes her so proud to have lived through this aging of souls. All she can really do is be happy that she got to watch everyone grow, especially Chris and Simon, knowing their stories the most.
       Soon, something begins to catch Debbie's eye, watching Eleanor's arm grow limp as the katana falls out of her hand. She's defenseless, leaving them with a pristine opportunity to rightfully acquire the freedom they deserve. For the first time ever, Eleanor has been defeated both physically and mentally.
       Oddly enough, that isn't all though, the next increment being the most important. For what Debbie spots is the remaining component they need for their escape. That component is the keys, dangling out temptingly of Eleanor's pocket.
       Upon sight of that blessing in disguise, Debbie starts to make her way towards the dangerous tyrant, being careful on handling her useless leg. She'd inform the others, but they're far too preoccupied, potentially leaving Eleanor with enough time to counterattack by prying onto them for dear life.
       If she wants this to work, simultaneously granting Rosie's group with freedom in the process, then it'll be up to her to claim the keys. Once they're in her hands, safely in transport, then it'll at least guarantee survival for most. With this, success is in reach.
       This feeling of dragging her limp leg around is torturous, wincing from the anguish, but it's worth it nonetheless. Her laceration might not be getting much attention right now, leaving her in jeopardy, but by doing this, she'll be saving the lives of so many deserving individuals. It might hurt right not, but it won't once she knows that this use of her vulnerable body wasn't wasted.
       Finally, she snags the keys, alerting Eleanor almost instantly as her head whips around violently. They lock eyes for a moment, sharing a sense of understanding. Debbie has just put an additional nail in her coffin, both aware of what this signifies as she looks for someone to toss it too.
        "Jess!" Debbie catches her attention, tossing the keys to her.
       Nothing but bewilderment is what Debbie receives, Simon making up for Jess' abrupt stop. After his brief episode of hesitance, it's only fair that he steps up when she's abashed. Although Debbie's action are dubious, risking her own health by passing the keys to Jess, it's evident as to what answer she's looking for.
Debbie is aiming to send Jess away, transferring the keys back with the others while everyone else fights alongside one another. Someone has to go, and it definitely can't be her considering the serious nature of her injury.
However, one factor remains to be a mystery, unsure as to why Debbie picked Jess specifically to carry out this mission. Despite the fact that the fate of the others rest in her hands, bearing a widespread of responsibility, giving the keys to the doctor will only serve as detrimental to her health. Is this just a way for Debbie to fold, merely accepting death?
"I need you to run as fast as you can with these keys to the others. It's our only hope to escape with our lives still intact," Debbie commands, her voice becoming rather weak.
She can practically feel everyone gazing at her in awe, Chris shooting daggers in her direction. He can't stand to watch his mother throw away one of the only chances she has at staying alive. With Jess, her life won't only be saved, but quite possible, her leg won't have to get amputated either.
       "W-What about you guys? I can't leave you all behind, especially you Debbie. You're in need of some dire medical attention. We can't risk anything too reckless. Plus, what's to say that I can manage to transfer this key to life or death successfully? What if I can't do it?" Jess states frantically, the sincerity of it all causing her to spiral out of control.
       "Mom you can't do that! I need you to be okay, so please just listen to Jess and have her patch you up," Chris pleads, struggling to keep Eleanor's rage and malice contained.
       Dizziness soon begins to take full control over Debbie, slowly starting to accept reality. If this rate continues, time slowly ticking away, then her chances of survival are slim. However, this is something that needs to happen, Jess being the one to hand the keys off to the others.
       It might not seem probable, but having Jess, the doctor of the group be with Rosie and her granddaughter is the reassurance that she needed. Not only that, her story is already wrapped up, moving past her sheepish and insecure ways by transcending past her original expectations. She's grown so much throughout this experience, Debbie taking a notice to that.
       Her being the one to hand off the keys to the remainder of the group would be symbolic, the people who she's been around since the beginning of this treacherous journey of normalcy. It'll conclude this wild ride that they all experienced together, Jess being the one to grant her longtime friends with this key to a hopeful future.
       "Jess, you can do this.  You've already done your part by holding off the knights. You're capable of so much. Now, it's time to leave this godforsaken bunker with your friends. There's no need to worry, I'll manage," Debbie states reassuringly, her energy rapidly depleting.
       She begins to contemplate over Debbie's words, causing her to explore her surroundings. Around her are three amazing people who she trusts with her life, willing to do anything just to ensure someone's safety. It's a calm environment like this one that gives her confidence with their future, taking Debbie's advice.
       Although she wants to stay behind and help her injured ally, potentially putting everyone's life at risk, she's need elsewhere. This is the out that grants her the luxury of a beautiful future, leading the other group out of this endangering situation. For just like herself, all of their journey's are about to come to an end, enacting change with the way they live their lives.
       Chris, Myracle and Simon might be left with the burden of facing the clock, handling Eleanor's ensured demise, but there's still some final moments they need to fulfill in order to successfully move on into a new era of their life. First, they'll need to get over their past, finding ways to push through those harmfully self-inflicted habits.
       The more Debbie thinks about it, the more she realizes just how close this trio is. Granted, Myracle and Simon never exactly got along, sharing their fair share of words before interacting with Eleanor. That's why they must finish this battle alongside one another, meshing well together as they soon begin to realize the purpose of their fellow allies as well as themselves.
       Chris on the other hand is a different story, constantly carrying around this leader-like aura around him, ready to sacrifice himself if need be. It's that type of careless nature that's going to get him killed, forever being a negative trait that will perpetually haunt his conscience till the day of his death.
       In that moment, Jess realizes Debbie's strategy, following along with her plan. She was the one who spotted Jess' fearless and charismatic nature, finally rejecting her typical self-conscious behavior. That moment where she took on those knights, earnestly yet stubbornly holding on to her pride and joy even when all seemed lost, that was the last increment of shaping her overall character.
       However, she still can't help but look to Chris for approval, containing such a high level of respect for him. She might see where Debbie is coming from, longing to get out of here while freeing the departed from earlier, but there's still a temptation to stay back and help Debbie through this.
       If that's what she would've wanted, then there would've been no hesitation, but she seems to be expressing otherwise. Chris lives and breathes for his family and friends, afraid for them to take matters into their own hands. It's so hard to even ask him if this is remotely acceptable, but she's hoping to change his derivative.
       For once his perspective is more open, then he can finally move forward with his life like the rest of them. After all, he's the furthest away from disregarding the past, always keeping the mental reminders of all the devastating forces that fueled his fire to obtain revenge. That's no way for someone to live their life. That's why it must be altered, but how can Jess merely ask that of him?
       Chris can feel Jess' bright eyes darting at him, understanding her sentiment almost immediately. Clearly, she's thinking about taking this offer, guaranteeing not just the safety of herself, but the safety of the others as well. It's an accomplishment he's been itching to achieve for a while now, this moment of triumph serving as a gift to their own lives.
       Oddly enough, he can't seem to be happy about this revelation, growing disheartened for his mother in this frail condition. Seeing yet another family member suffer before his very eyes with the implication of a bomb is frightening, starting to hallucinate as images of Jeannie begin to visualize itself.
       Sending Jess away would be beneficial for the overall group, earning both a doctor and extraordinary in case things for awry. If Lily were to get hurt under these conditions, he would want Jess' medical background to be present in that terrifying situation. It'll give them the additional insurance that they need in this precarious environment.
       Moreover, the alternative would mean worsening his mother's health, every second being vital to her survival. Normally, he'd put his family and friends first, submitting to any level of pain to ensure their safety, but that isn't exactly an option here. Either way, he'd be putting someone in danger, stress being imminent.
       Although this is an impossible decision, having to pull the strings on this seemingly hopeless scenario, he know what must be done. If he's going to send Jess off, he'll be alongside his mother anyways, with her through every step of the way. As soon as Eleanor Hall is officially executed, they'll make a break for it, together!
       "You can go Jess, but please be careful. All I ask for is something to help with my mom's leg. I know you can do this, so go save them.
Save them all," Chris states with a smile, Myracle and Simon overhearing the conversation as Jess nods with excitement .
       "Of course, that won't be a problem. I won't let you guys down. Good luck. I'll see you all very shortly," Jess says with encouragement, leaving behind some medical equipment while dashing towards the marble encrusted entrance as she ponders about her life choices.
       She's went from being a simple minded, amateur doctor obsessed and impacted by her mother's death to an audacious and motivated warrior. Although her negative mindset often got in the way at times, believe that everything she did wasn't enough, this mission made her say just what potential and power she contained.
       Although her life goal has been to make mother proud, applying these overwhelming responsibilities to her every day life, she can finally stop worrying about all that nonsense. Her mother has always been inspired and proud of Jess, constantly looking down at her from up above. At least, that's what she wants to believe.
       All these extraordinary people that she grew attached to have allowed her to experience what it means to love, losing track of time whenever she was with them. Her motto originally was to not get too close, especially during the apocalypse, but she's glad that she broke that twisted way of thinking.
       As she diverges from the group, a teardrop trailing down her cheek, she still portrays this cheerful and satisfied demeanor. It's thanks to them that she managed to persevere through all the hardships, defeating her inner demons. Most importantly though, she isn't just grateful to them, for she realizes that it was also thanks to her calm and collected ways that managed to break her out of this crippling depression.
       It's always going to be hard to separate from her teammates, her friends, her family, but she's partaking in a good deed, these keys lighting the pathway to their righteous freedom. So, as she runs down the plethora of hallways, reminiscing about her life, she'll continue smiling as her roller coaster of a story  is completed.
       Chris and Myracle dart to Debbie, rushing to her aid while dismissing Eleanor and her useless mind games. They would normally be worried about a force like Eleanor, but she can barely move, her energy having been exerted from all that physical contact. There's still no chance of them counting her out though, aware of her malevolent ways.
       "Mom are you okay? I'm so sorry. I really wanted to help right away, but that bitch kept me occupied. I'm here now though, so just hang tight, alright?" Chris says in a formal tone, choking up from the alarming sight as blood continues to gush out.
       Myracle can hear the terror hidden in Chris' voice, desperately trying to hide his sorrow as his hands tremble from the immense fear. Clearly, he's trying to play this off as if it were nothing, thinking that he's convincing Debbie when in reality, he's trying to convince himself.
The way he rummages through the limited medical supplies is belittling, deep in thought over what's in front of him right now. It's baffling to see Chris in this somber state, resembling the same expression as he did with the aftermath Jeannie's death.
After all, the events that unfolded here today have seem to be following that repetitive and dreaded pattern. It's almost as if he's reliving a fragment of his life that he wants to be left behind. He can't go through this, not again, not now. This was supposed to be their shining moment where they'd all emerge from this battle victorious with his family and friends by his side.
Of course, life works in mysterious and cruel ways, nothing ever being simple in this forgotten, tainted landscape. Watching Chris resort back to this detrimental mindset, the horror of the situation rotting him to his core, it's enough to make Myracle enraged. He's done nothing but support her with his endless amount of love and support. There's no in hell she's letting the love of her life succumb to such heinous thoughts again.
She might've been missing in action during his suicide attempt, desperately trying to escape the compound, but that's the thing that she hates the most. To think that she had to hear such godforsaken news by eavesdropping pains her, wishing to confront Chris about it, at least someone. However, she didn't have the strength to initiate such a heavy discussion like that.
Now, all she can do is be there for Chris in his darkest hour, offer him a shoulder to cry on if need be. For even though it seems like everyone he loves is getting ripped away, leaving him alone to his own devices, she's still here. There's no way she'll leave his side again, that she's certain of.
"There's no need to panic. We'll do everything in our power to give you the best medical attention you deserve. Just relax and we'll take over from here," Myracle says in a civilized manner, Debbie picking up on her scheme.
Myracle knows just as well as she does that there's a strong possibility of her not making it out in one piece, everyone understanding that element besides Chris. Noticing that formal and concentrated tone she put on says it all, almost as if she's telling her boyfriend not to panic.
All she can do is smile, her reflexes and overall concentration plummeting as her senses begin to weaken. It's almost like she's in the same situation as Eleanor, humorous. Even when Debbie's the one to inflict the most harm on the foul woman, she always rebuttals, evening the score. One way or another, she's bonded to this vicious beast.
However, where she would normally feel furious, livid as to how she could end up like this, nothing but joy fulfills her body. Spending this heartfelt moment with her son is everything to her, making the pain that much more bearable.
"Oh Chris, I'm so proud of you. I know how hard it must've been to send Jess away. You won't regret that decision though. It was your final say that sent Jess on her way, granting the group that you've shaped the sweet relief of freedom," Debbie states pridefully, earning an odd look from the two.
There's no hiding the acceptance that Debbie just displayed, acting as if her life is about to come to an end. Knowing Chris, this is something that he won't allow, looking for anything to change this calamitous outcome.
"L-Let's keep our head up high now! We gotta stay determined and focused, so just let us work," Myracle repeats herself, losing that formal appeal as Chris fails to utter another word.
       The clock strikes nine daunting minutes as Simon keeps a close eye on his mother, the inevitable confrontation about to occur at long last. Finally, this is the moment where he can prove his mother wrong, revealing just how strong and intelligent her son truly is.
With one bullet in the chamber, practically mocking Simon to fire at will, he knows what must be done to guarantee his release from the tight collar Eleanor's placed on him since the dawn of time. This act will make up for the sad excuse of a childhood he received.
"So, how do you feel that we've ruined everything you've created? Perhaps, that anger, that hatred, that sadness you feel could express at least a sliver of what you put me through. Go ahead mother, go off on another one of your tangents that enforce such negative thoughts upon me. I'll wait!" Simon gaslights Eleanor, finally letting out a small amount of his emotions.
Although that brief moment was small, it was perfect. It conveyed what he had gone through, what this torturous woman put him through. Unleashing the gist of it all rather than choosing violence was a win for them, sharing only a few words symbolizing just how little significance this monster has in his fresh, fruitful life.
"I should be asking you the same thing, child. How do you feel? After all, wasn't this what you wanted? To get me in a vulnerable spot to finally take matters into your own hands? The moment has finally come my child! Fall under the sinful temptation is killing your abusive mother that made your life a living hell. However, just remember, that we'd be the same you and I. We are from the same bloodline, so this malicious nature is to be expected," Eleanor states daringly, comparing him to herself as the others grow rowdy.
"Don't listen to her Simon, you're nothing like that monster. Just focus on who you really are, and do what you must," Chris interjects, quickly shutting down Eleanor's criticizing words.
Simon doesn't respond, showing a sense of resolve and maturity in his stance. Unlike before, he's much more poised and collected. It's almost like he's found the answer to finally break free from his mother's chains, officially persevering past all of those life-altering events from the past. He's a new man, transcending on to bigger and better things.
"When you came back into my life, I was destroyed, broken. Just upon hearing your name, seeing your name, it fulfilled with fear and resentment. I knew right then and there that it would be my dream to kill you, personally abolishing your power for good. I craved to watch you die a painful and gruesome death, and I had the same intentions when walking in this wretched bunker. I have one bullet left, and I was saving it for you. However, it isn't worth it. I'm nothing like you, and showing mercy proves that fact," Simon says vehemently, firing his weapon in the air as his last bullet wasted away.
He tosses the gun aside, staring at Eleanor with no regrets as a stunned expression appears on all their faces. Instead of submitting to the pressure, taking the easy way out with killing this barbarous woman, Simon decided to showcase just how different the two are from each other.
After all the torment Simon's endured, having to deal with perpetual maltreatment for majority of his life, he's the one to keep Eleanor alive. For even in death, she would've had control, manipulating the person by instilling the thought that they are just as wicked and hungry to succeed as she was in their head.
Simon has just taken the high road, Eleanor's lack of control being more torturous than death itself. It was that decision that made him locate his true identity, finding out who exactly he is as an independent force of nature is born.
Suddenly, Eleanor leaps towards Simon in rage, discovering the hidden strength to move forward as a hidden knife is revealed. In just a blink of an eye, she resorted back to her top tier combative prowess
Simon aims to block the attack, ultimately getting flung back to the ground as he tries to push the weapon away from his face. The blade trembles in Eleanor's hand, those previous attacks aiding them during this abrupt altercation.
"You have the audacity to act superior, to act merciful and holy. You're no better than me Paige. After all, you always were the disappointment of the family," Eleanor states psychotically, the blade inching closer and closer to their kin's head.
"My name is Simon you disgraceful bitch!" Simon shouts sternly, getting better leverage as he starts to slowly push her force away.
Myracle and Chris simultaneously call out Simon's name as they start to dash over there, one sole aspect keeping Chris back just a little while longer. As predicted, that factor is his mother, wanting to get in on the action and help Simon any way imaginable.
Luckily, they managed to inspect her wound further with the limited amount of time and resources they had, but the fix is only temporary. If they want to have a chance at survival, then they need to be on the move as soon as possible.
However, Chris can't just leave Simon and Myracle with the responsibility of handling Eleanor, that behavior being incredibly out of his nature. He can leave his mother unspecified for a small amount of time, but there's no way of knowing if she'll do anything to overexert her energy.
The last thing the group needs is Debbie unable to walk, having to make the heartbreaking decision on what to do with her during this fragile state. With all that's happened to his mother, Chris has been far too anxious to even utter a word that doesn't relate to this moment, solely wondering about the possibility of their promise being broken.
"Stay here mom. I don't want you to get hurt anymore," Chris says suggestively before assisting Myracle in prying Eleanor off Simon.
Her clinging on Simon has started to become excessive, hanging on for dear life while mysterious feeling around her leather jacket. It feels like she's up to something, containing a final trick up her sleeve as all hell breaks lose.
       In one swift motion, Eleanor draws out the familiar remote from before, the device that activated the second set of bombs. God knows what's in store for them, this sinister women potentially enacting the explosion to wipe out her enemies once and for all. Even if she were die, it would be worth it to disrupt the lives of the opposing side.
       A large red button is all Simon's eyes are locked upon, looming it's ominous aura as it's unknown abilities set his mind ablaze. Eleanor's sadistic smirk never fails to haunt him, reaching out for the device in hopes to put a halt to her plans.
       Despite his best efforts, she's pressed the button, refusing to reset her decision by shattering the gadget in multiple pieces. Whatever havoc she's just unleashed, there's no way of restoring it. All they can do is merely stay alert and pray that everything will work in their favor.
"I did it. I really did it!" Eleanor chuckles maniacally, getting tossed off Simon by the two angered souls.
Reinforced iron doors begin to slowly lower down, soon blocking all exits. These indestructible barricades are everywhere, covering everything from the marble entrance to all the side exits. The only reassuring part of it all is that their closing at slow pace, still fast enough to trap them however.
They're hearts sink to the floor, especially Chris'. Eleanor saw that she was in danger, accepting the fact that she was losing this fight, but she had to commit one more devious act to at least make up for her inefficiency to take out these imbeciles.
Staring at Eleanor never felt so painful, realizing just how mentally unstable she truly is, willing to sacrifice herself to merely prove a point. She will stop at nothing until there's at least one victim to be drawn from her actions. After all, she's always loved watching people squirm.
"You're all trapped! There's barely any time to escape with all your lives still intact," Eleanor smiles cunningly, the others becoming wired as every second they waste is a representation of the rest of their lives.
If they don't leave now, they'd be potentially risking it all. That's a chance they don't want to take, Myracle and Simon looking to abandon this monster. It's a result they wanted to avoid, desiring to at lea harbor the knowledge that Eleanor Hall would never return.
However, dire circumstances have arisen, causing their plans to be cut short. They can't let Eleanor leave this earth with a hint of satisfaction under her belt, cheerful in the fact that she could possibly end someone's life, someone's future! If they want to see their family and friends again, they need to leave now.
"You fucking monster," Simon spits violently, looking to make a run for it.
"We have to go, now!" Myracle states blatantly, turning around before the unthinkable happens.
Just as she turns around, Eleanor lunges toward her, convinced on eliminating as much of the threats as possible. What does she have to lose at this point? Oddly enough, that isn't what left the others stunned, watching as
Debbie spring to life by stabbing Eleanor once again.
The blade decimated her abdomen, practically severing her internal organs as blood begins to pour out. At that point, they're all well aware that this is the end of Eleanor, her body hitting the floor while groaning in pain. She instinctively reaches for the wound firmly, blood still managing to seep through her coarse hand.
"Let's go guys! There's no time to hang around," Simon trails behind Myracle, practically racing to the exit as the reinforced doors are almost halfway shut.