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It took the three teens two months to get from Beacon Hills, California to Atlanta, Georgia. They had their plan mapped out from the beginning, the three drove to Ely, Nevada where they stayed a week visiting nearby towns and just feeling like they could finally breathe, From Nevada they went to Richfield, Utah. Then from there they travelled to Denver, Colorado to Wichita, Kansas to Rolla, Missouri and finally Nashville, Tennessee. They stayed in all of these towns two or three weeks, people would assume they were running from something, but they weren't, they were just... living. It was the 9th week into their trip that they heard of it. Mankind changing; eating each other, feasting on the living. Soon there were at the end of their final week and had left Missouri. Knowing this was what they had left Beacon Hills for; they headed to camping stores, Sports stores around Nashville where they could gather what they needed for the end.
Allison had asked the others multiple times if they should turn back, despite knowing they couldn't and with Grace standing strong that they should push on and continue to Atlanta. By Nashville things were getting worse. They stayed in Hotels and Motels where they could hear the screams of the locals as they or their loved ones were being feasted upon by the dead. On the first report of the attacks, the three thought a rouge Wendigo had been at fault and hunters would be dispatched but that wasn't the case.
People were getting sick and dying and from that fever they would reawaken and bite the next person they'd see, thus killing them and spreading the disease further until most of the human population had been infected. With the ciaos spreading on their way into Georgia, they had stopped for gas and it was there that one of their own was bit by the clerk behind the counter.
Grace McCall had went inside for Snacks at the other two's request, for a single second she glanced out of the window at the other two next to the car as they filled the tank and watched as they laughed. She had not been paying attention and didn't see when the reanimated corpse of the old man who ran the gas station grabbed her arm and sunk its teeth into her flesh.
She didn't scream, but she did let out the high pitched cry of the Phoenix that lay under her skin. That sound set Liam into a frenzy and Allison had frozen stiff. They had both turned to the window of the store to seen their Mate/ Sister yanking her arm from the jaw of the dead and fall to the floor, blood seeping from the wound.
Realization hit them and they had sprinted into the building. Liam Straight to him mate and Allison to the monster, sinking a knife into his skull, ending his undead life. The Huntress then ran to what can only be described as her little sister, crying in the arms of her first and only love whilst clutching her arm, drenched in her own blood.
As Allison knelt by the two she had gently removed Grace's hand from the wound as Liam tried to calm the shocked blonde. Allison examined the bite and was glad to see the bleeding had already stopped though the flesh wasn't healing as fast as it should have.
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Regression to the Mean 3: Apocalypse
FanfictionAfter Defeating the beast and bringing Allison Argent back to life. Told to leave Beacon hills, Grace McCall begins a new adventure dodging the dead that have risen back to life in Atlanta, Georgia. With her mate Liam Dunbar and the newly resurrecte...