Apocalypse [Pentatonix AU | Kavi / Scomiche]

Chapter 18 - Disintegration

"Please keep your voice down!" Scott heard Mitch say. It was past midnight at this point, but Scott was laying awake in his cot for the fifth night in a row, listening to Travis and Mitch arguing in the cell above him.

"You have to at least understand why I'm frustrated, Mitch."

"I do understand, but he's a friend. I don't know what you want me to say."

"He's a friend? Mitch you spend almost all of your time with him. You stay up until midnight talking to him. That's not just a friend."

"What are you implying?"

"I think you know what I'm implying."

"Travis, you need to just calm down."

"Calm down? Mitchell we've got dead people literally trying to eat and kill us at any given moment, and now on top of that I have to deal with worrying about you and him. I cannot just calm down!"

"You don't have to worry about me and him. Please Travis, why can't you just trust me?" 

Their argument would've continued if it weren't for the deafening shattering of glass that erupted throughout the cell block.

Scott immediately jumped to his feet, his ears ringing from the sudden explosion of sound. He grabbed the gun from beside his pillow, raising it as he ran out of his cell but almost instantly lowering it in shock.

One of the massive glass windows on the ground level of the prison had been blown inward, with shards of the obliterated glass piled on the floor around Scott's feet. Dust clouds and minuscule bits of plaster were rising from the ground, and that on top of the dim moonlight made it near impossible to see. Scott squinted and coughed through the thick air, noticing the rest of the group begin to emerge from their cells.

Kirstie, who was the only other one on the ground floor that night, rushed over to Scott, shotgun in one hand and the other plastered over her mouth.

"What's going on?" she asked, her eyes tearing from the dust.

Just as she said it the rest of the group had come down from upstairs, all coughing as well as they joined Scott and Kirstie.

"What the hell is happening down here?" Travis shouted, and Mitch hushed him.

"Window's blown. I didn't see anyone come in, but then again I can barely see at all."

"Where's Avi? Is he okay?" Jessica asked frantically.

"He's keeping watch at the other end of the prison," Scott said, still constantly clearing his throat. "I'm sure he's fine. Probably oblivious."

Suddenly Kirstie gasped, causing everyone to instinctively raise their weapons.

"What?" Scott asked, noticing Kirstie was staring wide eyed at the rubble and shards of glass directly underneath where the window had been. Scott turned his gun toward the floor, freezing after his eyes landed on what she was staring at.

A small figure was lying face down on the floor of the prison, her dark hair appearing almost silver with all the rubble laced through it. Although her face was hidden, she was moving slightly, as if trying to sit up.

The group fell completely silent. Travis broke away, advancing with his gun on the woman, but Scott grabbed his shoulder, holding him back and shaking his head. Travis glared, but allowed Scott to pass him and move over to the figure, his gun also ready but lowered.

Scott crouched down cautiously next to the woman, who seemed to be shaking and still struggling to lift her head. He studied her every move, searching to find a gun anywhere on or near her. He didn't find one, but it didn't calm his nerves. Although she seemed weak now, he had no idea who this woman was or what she was capable of.

Finally she lifted her head, her eyes instantly locking with Scott's. She had light black skin, with small but gorgeous eyes. Her full lips were chapped and cut, and a long gash ran from her forehead down to her cheekbone.

Scott took a deep breath and pushed the barrel of his gun against her chest. Her gaze rested on the weapon, causing tears to fall from her eyes and her shaking to become more violent.

Scott repeated the phrase he'd heard only once before.

"Give me one reason not to shoot you."

"What's going on?" someone shouted before she could answer. Scott glared over toward the source of the voice. Avi had appeared, running past the group and directly toward Scott, confused eyes focused on the woman.

The woman tore her own eyes away from Scott's gun, moving them toward Avi. As soon as their eyes locked Scott watched Avi freeze, the gun in his hand falling with a loud clang onto the floor beneath him. His eyes were wide with something that could only be read as disbelief.

Scott stood, looking from Avi to the woman. Their expressions mirrored one another.

The woman finally broke into tears, sobbing a singular phrase over and over.

"Oh my god, Avi; We found you."