I remember the first day my family and I arrived in England. We were escorted to the country house of Lady Catherine by horse guard and coach after abandoning ours on the outskirts of London. I was only 10 and untrained in the art of defence when my...
Fitz pov I was running. Running through the cold. Running through the snow. My feet were sinking into the blanket of white snow on the ground as I tried to reach the coach. The horses were panicking as zombies started gathering all around them and tearing at their bodies, ripping them apart. Eve's voice was pained and she was screaming in fear and agony inside the coach. I felt as though I wasn't moving fast enough, sweat glistening across my body. My sword was in my bloodied hand and my pistol on the ground, buried under bloodied snow and mud. "Eve!" I yelled, desperate for her. "EVE!" I called harder and longer, still running endlessly. I saw her face at the window of the coach, covered in sweat and blood as she tried to deceiver her own baby herself and by herself. I needed to rescue her, help her and save her.
I raced up to the nearest zombie to me and slashed my sword across it's neck, slicing of its head as I kicked another one down. Second after second I was confronted by the demons of hell who had risen to torture the living and I beat them all as the constant sounds of Eve's screaming had stopped suddenly. I stopped and looked at the overturned coach, the horses torn apart and shattered with bodies. There was one Zombie left, and I still had my sword in my hand. It charged at me with a menacing growl and terrified me, but I held my ground in the deep and heavy snow as I battled it until I finally separated its head from its body and fell to my knees, exhausted.
I felt a new sheering pain in my hand and lifted my head to look at it. A bite mark surrounding the knuckle of my right thumb. I gasped and covered my mouth, and dropped my sword onto the white ground.
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There was silence. Eve. My god. I leapt to my feet and rushed to the overturned coach, my feet slipping on the ground as I ran. I used the boxes on my the roof to climb up onto the side of the black coach and throw myself inside through the door, landing on the pieces of cracked glass from the window scattered on the floor. It was sheltered from the snowfall and violence outside, but there was a new silent violence which came from inside. Eve was still. Sitting against the side of the coach with her blue dress dress crimson with the stains of her blood. Her face was pale and lifeless and her arms cradled our small child on her lap, who too was dead. I fell to my knees and silently wept as I brought my wife and child into me and held them close. She was dead. My reason for living was gone from this earth. I cried for her and for her baby and wept their names.
My eyes flew open and I gasped a breath of cold air as I felt a cold hand on my chest, causing my chest to heave up and down as I awoke from the nightmare. I grabbed the cold hand on my chest and followed it with my hand to the body of which it belonged and recognised the body of my wife. "Eve?!" I fretted, anxious to know whether she was living.
"It's okay. It was only a dream" She cooed gently with her soft voice, instantly calming me down like witchcraft.
"Thank god" I mumbled to myself in the darkness. "You were dead" I told her as I grasped for her touch, the images of the dream still fresh in my mind. "Both of you were dead" I said.
"It was just a bad dream, Fitz" Eve whispered gently to me as she pulled my head slowly to hers and kissed my damp forehead.
I embraced her body and placed a gentle kiss on her ballooned stomach and placed my face on her chest as she stroked at the hairs on my head. "Go back to sleep, my love" I whispered them both before I moved my head away from Eve's chest and held her hand while she turned onto her side so that her back was to me and I cuddled up behind her, wrapping my arm around her and cradling her bump with my hand so baby could feel me. I could feel baby kicking inside it's mother as it moved around inside her and tried to find a comfortable place to sleep. I closed my eyes as I felt Eve's body and baby's relaxing and my heartbeat returned to how it should have been beating normally as I fell back into my sleep.
