Beyond the Hollows [Week Nine]

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Beyond the Hollows [Week Nine]

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#remember that time when the artifact-powered mistletoe#that was so strong it could make Artie kiss Joshua#STILL wasnât strong enough to make Myka and Pete kiss?#BECAUSE I SURE DO#that round table should be in the fucking DARK VAULT
Welcome to my thirty-five minute long TedTalk about how the assassination of Myka Beringâs character in season five was the worst thing to happen to writing...
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Beyond the Hollows [Week 5]
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It isnât quite a surprise that Rica acts first, flying out of the room at the scream with Sae close behind her. Sae is so overwhelmed at this point that she canât handle being the first one into action. Not again.
They move nearly as one though, the raven-haired woman just a few steps in front of Sae as they take the staircase, the handrail practically being used as a vault to jump around the last few steps as they touch down on the landing and step into chaos.
Sae isnât sure what she expected least.Â
The zombie; an older man, dragging the bottom half of his body along the ground towards Cari, his hand wrapped tightly around the little girlâs ankle as she screams and frantically tries to kick him off of her.Â
Or... Rica freezing in place the moment she sees who it is, unable to move any further, Sae running into her as she becomes the barrier between Sae and Cari.
With the adrenaline of the days events, Sae propels herself forward, passing the stunned Rica as the blonde flings herself towards Cari, grabbing a hold of her arms and trying to haul her backwards away from the monster whoâs using her leg to pull forward.
It doesnât work.
The man has too solid of a grip on her, and as Sae hauls Cari backwards, he comes with them, his mouth opening to try and take a bite out of Cari.
Cari screams once more, Sae panics and her own foot comes out to swing at him, kicking him in the jaw as hard as she can before he can take his intended bite.
âHelp!â Sae shrieks at Rica, her plea falling on deaf ears as the woman seems like sheâs in shock. âCari, keep kicking!â She turns instead to the child who despite being in a frenzy, is able to follow directions.
The little girl uses her foot to keep trying to kick the man off of her, but heâs relentless and wonât let go. Even with the force of Saeâs own kick having knocked a few of his teeth out, his grip stands tight on her.
Sae goes to kick him again, aiming for the arm thatâs holding onto Cari, but as she hits him, Cari lets out a scream of pain as he rips her leg closer to him, the impact of the kick making him recoil but not let go.
âHold on!â Sae yells again, getting back to her feet and running for the kitchen. She can hear Cari scream for her not to leave, but she knows sheâs got to do something, and fast if Cari is going to stand a chance.
She spots a knife block, the first knife she goes for happens to be a large chefâs knife. Itâs perfect.Â
Wielding it like the weapon it absolutely is, she rushes back into the hall, where Cari is still kicking the man off of her, heâs closer to her than before, and Sae knows she has to act quickly or risk it all.
With a primal and animalistic scream of rage, Sae races at the man, knife outstretched at the ready.
Itâs over so quickly that Saeâs heart is racing ten miles an hour, blood pumping so hard she can hear it.
She reaches the man, grabbing him by the back of the neck and lifting his head up and away from Cari.Â
With her other hand she plunges the chef knife into the top of his head, straight down the middle. He gurgles, then goes limp. The upper half of his body hits the floor and his hand drops itâs hold on Cariâs leg.
It isnât quite over yet, Sae immediately turns to Cari and barks at her, voice unintentionally loud and harsh. âAre you hurt? Did you get bit?!â She demands, pushing away from the man and immediately checking Cariâs legs for bites or scratches as the child shakes her head wildly. âAre you bit?!â She yells.
âN-no!â The little girl cries out, bursting into tears.
Sae takes a shaky breath of relief, before she turns from Cari and violently upends the contents of her stomach, horror overtaking her as she takes in the reality of what just happened to them.
She heaves, choking on her own spit and shudders in the realization. âI just... killed someone.â She shakes.
Sae curls up into a ball, scooting backwards away from the body and her own bile until sheâs in the living room, and then she breaks down.
The events of the day finally hit her, and Sae begins to sob. Only pausing as Cari piles into her arms, and she wraps herself around the little girl, and starts sobbing again. The adrenaline leaves her and exhaust takes over, as the events swarm her mind.
Kate. Luka. Curtis. Martin... Taking a life.
Itâs all real. This new horrifying life isnât a nightmare. Itâs all real, and Sae... Sae wants out of it now.
She stills, body wrapped tightly around the little girl. Sae holds the trembling child close to her, trying to reassure both herself and Cari that the latter is fine, sheâs okay, sheâs not been hurt. She wonât change.
Glancing at the body on the floor, blood pooling from his wound, Sae looks at Rica still frozen. âWas that...?â She asks, but she already knows the answer.
âHarold.â Rica confirms softly, breaking her stupor.Â
As the older woman looks to the girls and finally seems to recognize what has happened, she rushes into the living room, snatching a blanket off of the couch and turns back to drape it over the dead man.
âI donât understand.â Ricaâs words fall on deaf ears, Sae instead focused at the pictures adorning the walls.Â
Harold and his wife on a vacation.
Harold and his wife in their backyard.
Harold holding what looks to be a grandchild.
Sae killed a man; a father, a husband, a grandfather... She killed someone. Instead of just running away like before, finding other ways around. Sae killed a man.
Sure he was a zombie... But, he wasnât always.
âI should have looked harder for him, I shouldnât have left... He had to have been still alive, otherwise how would he have found his way home...â Rica is rambling, but Sae honestly only catches parts of it, instead her mind wanders to the what ifâs.
What if she had been too late?
What if she hadnât been able to kill him?
What if Cari had been bitten?
âIâll check the storm cellar, that has to be where he got in.â Thatâs the part Sae picks up on and she nods her head silently as Rica rushes down the basement steps that the man had emerged from.
She continues to hold Cari, to comfort the both of them that the worst didnât just happen, that the little girl is okay and safe. Itâs weird to Sae that in just a few short hours, her priorities have changed so wildly.
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Rica secures the storm cellar, locking the doors to the outside and throwing some furniture in front of them just to be extra cautious of their situation.
She locks the door between the basement and the main level as well, locking away the storm cellar on the off chance that anything can break through. It provides little comfort considering what theyâve already gone through in just a few hours.
The three girls decide to hunker down for the night.Â
By the time all the dramatics are over with, it isnât late into the day, maybe two or three in the afternoon. Though it has felt so much longer than that... They could leave, there is still hours of daylight left, but at the risk of not finding somewhere else safe before night fall, itâs just easier, and safer, to stay put.
Sae and Rica go around securing the doors and windows. Being snuck up on is not a mistake they are willing to make twice, especially not with how disastrous the last time could have been. With that in mind, they barricade the weak spots and choose emergency exits where they keep the bulk of their supplies should they leave at a moments notice.
(They add a fanny pack of first aid supplies to their stockpile, beside Cariâs small backpack of snacks, and even manage to find a dusty set of golf clubs as Rica secured the basement. Itâs not much, but itâs a weapon a lot heavier than a chair leg and more versatile than a kitchen knife.)
The two older women work as a team, trading off jobs until the house is as secure as it could possibly be. Cari doesnât leave their side often, straying only a few feet to grab something should they ask, or to move out of the way as theyâre lifting the heavier pieces of furniture to place in front of doors and first-floor windows that can be reached from the ground.
Itâs silent for the longest time. The three girls are so focused on their task to even think let alone speak.
Eventually though, the oldest of the three breaks the silence. âIâm sorry that I froze back there.â She whispers, just loud enough for Sae to hear as theyâre sliding an oak cabinet in front of the back door.
âItâs okay.â Sae lies to the both of them, like she didnât only just stop trembling barely half an hour ago.
âNo, itâs not.â Rica corrects her, knowing a little too much. âYou both could have died back there... I just, I never expected I would see Harold like that... Iâve been his PSW for the past four years and... and-â
âI get it.â Sae interrupts, looking at Rica, this time not lying. âWhen I saw Kate like that? I froze too.â
The girls go silent again, reality settling in for both of them and keeping them alarmingly quiet until a soft grumble breaks through the quiet.
âYou guys havenât eaten today, have you?â Itâs more of a statement than a question, but still Sae feels the need to answer it regardless.
âWe had some snacks on the road...â She realizes how ridiculous that sounds and clarifies. âWhile we were walking here from the resort, we had some kids school snacks out of Cariâs bag.â
âWell, we should probably eat.â Rica shrugs.
And so they do, Rica making something out of the food in the cupboards of Harold and Margaretâs kitchen. Itâs only a basic meal, but it fills Sae and Cari, and loosens their tongue a little after the incident.
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It isnât until much later though, that Sae feels comfortable enough to speak freely once more.
The rest of the night is awkward and uncomfortable, they canât risk putting the television on (flashing lights are an indication someone is home), and the radio seems to be nothing but static. There are books, but nothing meant for a child, and so they spend their evening trying to tell Cari stories or jokes, anything to distract her from whatâs going on.
When itâs just past nine they decide that tomorrow is a new day, and they can retire for the night to try and shake off some of the horror of the dayâs events.
They lock themselves in an upstairs bedroom, not the master suite but instead they settle in the guest one (where Rica had slept the night prior).Â
They have their bags packed at the window just to be on the safe side, their makeshift weapons leaning on the wall just beside. Cari has just been put down, the child passing out the moment her head hit the pillow.
Sae is sat on the bed as well, just beside Cari, stroking the young girlâs hair as she looks at Rica with a solemn look. Theyâve decided to take the night in shifts, one person always up to ensure they wonât be snuck up on, even with plenty of noisy traps downstairs.
Sae isnât tired though, not yet, and so she chooses instead to stare at Rica, and be stared back at.
âI donât know if I can do this.â Sae breaks the silence first, looking down at the sleeping child and then back at Rica. âI didnât think this could happen.â
Rica laughs bitterly. âNone of us did.â
The blonde closes her eyes, blinking back tears for what seems like the millionth time that day. âI just wanted a nice vacation to come out to my sister... The worst thing I thought would happen is that sheâd be upset.... But this? This is much worse.â
Rica shakes her head. âI donât know.â She canât hide the smallest smirk. âThe way my Mother reacted when I told her *I* liked girls was pretty apocalyptic.â
Sae glances back at her, cracking an eye open and narrowing it at the older woman. âThat isnât funny.âÂ
A beat passes.
âOkay.â Sae canât hold back her own small smirk. âYouâve got to tell me now, how did she react?â
Rica lets out a quiet laugh, not wanting to wake Cari up. âFire and brimstone.â She explains, the memory nothing more than a footnote in her history as an adult. âYou would have thought I was taking candy from orphans and kicking puppies.â
Sae smiles to herself at the ridiculousness that sheâs picturing. âJust how long ago was this?â
âTen years.â
âAnd sheâs good with it now?â
Rica stills, then shakes her head. âHavenât spoke to her since. She kicked me out of the house, and I had to live with my girlfriend at the timeâs parents until I was done highschool.â
Sae goes quiet again, smile gone. âIâm sorry.â
âItâs fine, she made her choice and so did I. Itâs done.â
âMaybe we deserved this? Maybe itâs godâs way of telling humanity that weâre really the monsters?âÂ
Sae wants to take the words back immediately.Â
Kate was not a monster - she was good and kindhearted and sweet. Cariâs father didnât appear to be a monster either, just a man full of love for his only child. Neither one of them deserved what had happened to them. She canât imagine that Harold or his wife, who seemingly treated Rica like one of their own family, had deserved this either.
She canât find the words to explain what she meant though, and Rica seems to understand that, so the dark-haired girl just gives her a look, shakes her head and says softly. âYou should sleep for now, your shift is in only a couple of hours.â
And thatâs what Sae does. Shifting a little so that sheâs cradling Cari in her arms, the young blonde lays her head against the pillow and tries to fall into an uneasy sleep.
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Itâs ten to two when Sae jolts awake, the room is dark and sheâs about to call out for Rica when a whisper in her ear stops her before she can open her mouth.
âShhh, be quiet.â She wants to be scared, but she recognizes the voice, it is Rica.
âWhatâs going on?â She asks, before the sound reaches her ears. Itâs a siren, shrill and blaring, just outside of the window of the room they are in.
It rings for about thirty seconds, then stops for another thirty, only to continue ringing in that on and off pattern. Sae immediately knows what woke her.
âWhere is that coming from?â Sae hisses, looking down at Cari whoâs stirring just slightly over the noise.
âOne of the neighbours, come.â Rica helps Sae out of bed, making sure that they donât disturb Cari and the two make their way to the window.
Sae sees it, a car from the house across the street, she knows its that car because of the way that the lights will flash as it blares, only to turn off in the thirty seconds that it stalls, and then it flashes again.
âHow did that turn on?â Sae asks, concern filling her.
âI have no idea.â Rica looks around the dark street below, heart racing as she tries to make out what the situation is. âSomething must have bumped it, thatâs not important though...â
Sae looks at her quizzically.
âWhatâs important is that we get it to stop.â
This time the confusion turns into bewilderment at the older woman. âJust how are we going to do that?â
Rica weighs the options in her head for a moment, seemingly working something out before opening her mouth for a plan that Sae immediately gets a gut feeling is nowhere near a good one.
âIâm going to go across the street and turn it off.â
Beyond the Hollows [Week 4]
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âRun.â The very word is on the tip of her tongue as Sae stares down at the small horde slowly shambling towards them. They arenât very quick, and the first thought in her head is that they shouldnât have stayed on the doorstep begging for help... They could have ran, they could have gotten away before the zombies even reached halfway across the street.
But itâs a person.
Itâs the first alive person theyâve seen since last night, and the very thought of someone else being in this crazy messed up world is enough that Sae is almost desperate to meet them. She needs to know that her, Curtis, Martin and Cari werenât the only ones left...Â
That her and Cari arenât the only ones now.
She needs to feel like the world didnât suddenly just end, that thereâs still hope- people out there alive.
So they knock on the door far longer than they should have, and the zombies get closer and closer until thereâs very little chance that they can get away unscathed. Sae feels like an idiot. Sheâs broken every zombie horror movie rule imaginable it seems.
Donât make noise.
Donât get caught.
And just... Run!
They turn to face the horde. Saeâs hand is on Cariâs shoulder protectively, ready to steer the girl in whatever direction is the safest, when the door opens behind them. It hardly registers for Sae, the sound of the lock click-clicking open, or the wood groaning as it swings inward. What does register, is the feeling of a hand on her own shoulder before sheâs violently yanked backwards through the door.Â
âArgh!â She lets a small cry out, her hands tightening around Cari and pulling the girl with her. They fall to the floor, surprise knocking them off of their feet and onto their bottoms... They are inside though. Both girls look up quickly to see as one of the zombies lunges towards the door, and they involuntarily let out matching squeals of fear for a brief second.
The person, or rather, the woman that they saw through the window acts quickly though. Her hand outstretches and she knocks the zombie away, slamming the door closed as soon as itâs safe to and locking it. They can hear the sound of bodies beating against the wood, but the door doesnât so much as rattle, much less budge inwards from the creatures.
As the woman turns from the door to face them, Sae and Cari get their first look at their rescuer.
Her hair is raven black, tied into a braid that goes mid-way down her back, sheâs tall... Taller than Sae. Her eyes are so dark that you can hardly tell where iris ends and pupil begins, but more importantly, the fire in her eyes is red hot and looking for a target.
They narrow in on Sae, and the blonde gulps nervously. Maybe it was safer outside.
âAre you crazy or something?â She hisses, not wanting to yell and further attract more of the undead to her. âRinging the doorbell, and screaming like that? Are you trying to get yourself killed?â
Sae shakes her head in stunned silence, but the woman isnât quite finished berating her yet. âOr that poor little girl, are you trying to get her killed too?â
âN-no.â Sae finally finds her voice, her grip loosening on Cari but the child doesnât leave her lap. âIâm sorry.â
The woman releases a breath, and her hand slips overtop of her face as she does so. âNo, no Iâm sorry. I shouldnât yell at you.â Her hand slides through her hair as she sighs and moves away from the door towards the girls and offers her hand. âLetâs get you two up.â
Cari accepts her hand first, though hesitantly after the two of them were yelled at, sheâs on her feet before Sae but the moment the blonde is up, she clings to her, Cari clings to Sae like she is the only thing the girl has ever known despite them having known each other for less than a full twenty-four hours.
The woman sees it, her mouth going thin and tight-lipped as she looks at the terrified little girl. âHey,â She whispers, taking a knee in front of the kid. âIâm sorry that I yelled at your...â She pauses for a second, glancing between the two curiously. âBabysitter?â
âOh no, Iâm not her-â Sae stops when the words sink in. âWait. Thatâs kind of the right word for it, I guess?â
âYou guess?â
âItâs a long story.â
âWell, itâs not like weâre going anywhere.â
Sae canât argue that, so she follows the dark haired woman further into the house. She follows her into the living room, still hugging Cari close to her body. Sae doesnât take a seat until the woman does, parking herself in a large leather armchair, as the two girls sit squished into one corner of a matching loveseat.
âMiss- Iâm sorry I never got your name.â Sae stares at the raven-haired woman expectantly, waiting.
âI didnât give it.â She states.
Sae pauses once more, staring at her a little harder, her eyes narrowing for a moment. âIf youâre going to act like that-â She starts up, her voice trying to stay firm and in control. The last thing they need is to be teased and taunted. âWe can just leave now.â
Itâs a bluff. Cariâs eyes widen in fear at the idea of going back outside, but Sae maintains the lie.
Itâs a show of dominance. Itâs something to say that Sae isnât going to take this, sheâs already been yelled at once by this woman, she wonât be disrespected.
âAnd where will you go?â The woman calls her bluff.
Sae thinks for a second, Cari growing more and more afraid of the idea of coming back face to face with those zombies. âThereâs other houses around here.â Sae decides. âWe can find an empty one, we donât need to stay here and be yelled at, or teased, or whatever you want to do to have some fun.â
The woman raises her eyebrow playfully. âOh, I can think of some fun.â She smirks, and the hairs on the back of Saeâs neck stand up, electricity hitting her.
âCome on Cari!â Sae sounds pretty confident despite being faced with insecurity at the idea.Â
The little girl reluctantly stands up, practically skidding to her feet as Sae tries to leave the living room with her. They get to the front door when the woman calls out to them. âYou two are going to leave out the door that has a barricade of zombies in front of it?â And tuts her disapproval.
âDo you have a back door?â Sae asks, her annoyance seeping through her words as her heart races.
Itâs a game of chicken, who will give in first, and Sae is about to give in to maintain her and Cariâs safety when the woman throws up her hands and relents.
âOkay, okay! Hold on... Donât do anything stupid.â
âIâm not stupid!â
âNever said that you were, just that leaving would be.â The woman waves them back, standing up to show her surrender. âIâm just teasing, Iâm sorry, I get that itâs a bad time to be sarcastic.â
Saeâs eyes steele over. âA really bad time.â
âMy names Rica. Abiko.â She finally offers, waiting until the girls make their way back into the living room before asking. âI apologize for earlier. Again.â
Sae moves back into the living room but doesnât sit down again, not yet. âThatâs a unique name.â
âItâs Japanese.â Rica explains, shrugging. âOr at least, Abiko is, I think my Mom made up the name Rica.â
Sae lets out a smile, albeit a small one. âItâs pretty.â
âThank you.â Rica returns her smile. âAnd you are?â
Sae looks down at Cari before back at the other woman. âIâm Sae, and this is Cari.â The girl nods.
âThose are unique names too.â
Sae laughs. An honest to god laugh, for the first time in what seems like forever, but has really only been a few hours. âItâs short for Sarah, and Cariâs name is short for Caroline.â She explains.
âAh, Caroline and Sarah.â Rica repeats.
âCari, and Sae.â Sae is firm on telling her. âWe prefer those names instead, if you please, Rica Abiko.â
Rica nods her head in agreement. âAlright, Sae, then you guys call me Rica. Do we have a deal?â
The girls are quick to agree, and in their newfound agreement, Cari finds her way back onto the sofa. She curls up once more on the spot that she and Sae were just in, and instead watches the women.
âWhy didnât you think I was her Mom, or sister, or something?â Sae asks, continuing her thought from far earlier. âYou said babysitter, you just went straight to that conclusion.â
âHonestly?â Rica asks, glancing from Cari to Sae. âYou look far too young to have a seven year old, I mean, I could be wrong... Maybe you just have amazing skin?â
Sae blushes, immediately hating herself a little for doing it. âWell, youâd be wrong.â She says softly, glancing over at Cari protectively. âOn both counts.â
Rica raises an eyebrow wordlessly, waiting for the blonde to continue.
âCariâs eight.â Sae says with a teasing smirk. One that almost immediately disappears as she finishes her though. âIâm not even really her babysitter.â
âAh yes,â Ricaâs eyes sparkle as she recalls their earlier conversation. âThe really long story.â
âThatâs the one.âÂ
âWell Sae, as I said, weâre not exactly going anywhere.â
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And so, Sae spills her guts to the virtual stranger that they just met. If she thinks about it, sheâd have to say that theyâre all strangers... Even Cari and her are strangers. Theyâve only known each other for a day.
That day has given a lifetime of trauma, though.
She tells Rica all of it, every little part, even the ones that seem actually ridiculous to tell someone that you know absolutely nothing about.Â
Sae supposes that itâs different times though. Who knows if therapists have survived the apocalypse? Who knows if they will even survive the apocalypse? It gives Sae a chance to dissect everything thatâs happened today though, to go through her own emotions about it. The pain she couldnât show Cari.
They start off slowly, Sae and Cari both explaining the resort, how they both came to be there at the same time. And then they talk of the attack.Â
Sae tells Rica about the scream in the hallway that she had heard, and ignored. She details the woman who attacked Kate. Through teary eyes she tells of watching Kate bleed out on the floor, before turning into one of them and going after her.
Cari tells Rica things that not even Sae had heard; about how her Daddy had to fight off a man trying to push them into the zombies, how he had cried that night after Sae had passed out about not being able to save anyone else, and how he had sung her her favourite song on repeat to try and drown out the sounds of violence outside their resort room door.
Sae wipes Cariâs tears away and rocks her in her arms lovingly as the two detail to Rica how they got here; what they had seen and who they had lost.
âJesus,â Rica breathes out in response. âYouâve gone through a nightmare, I am so sorry for how I acted.â
âThis is new territory for everyone.â Sae explains, accepting her apology without a second word.
They talk for so long that Cari begins to doze off, back on the couch curled up and staring at the two women. Her grief brings her to a point of exhaustion, and it isnât long before sheâs asleep, taking a much needed nap after hours of walking. And stress.
As she notices that Cari is no longer listening, Sae is able to talk much more freely, the questions flooding her mind as she reflects on what she saw. âWhat have you seen? Do you think weâll be rescued, or have you just stayed in your house this whole time?â
âWe left once... Early this morning.â Ricaâs mouth hides a frown line as she glances out the window. She can see that the front door for the most part has been abandoned now, something else must have drawn the zombies away from them. Thatâs good. They wonât have to worry about being barricaded.
âWe?â Sae questions.
Rica turns back to Sae with an incredulous look. âI donât know if youâve seen the pictures plastered all over the house of an elderly Norwegian couple, but if you look closely, youâll see Iâm not in any of them.âÂ
Sae raises an eyebrow.
âItâs not my house.â Rica fills in the last puzzle piece for her, waiting for it to click in before she continues.
âSo you just, broke in?â Saeâs less than impressed if thatâs the case. She knows desperate times call for desperate measures, but what about the owners?
She laughs, Rica actually laughs, and Sae is ready to lay into her when she sees the pain hidden behind the laugh and stops before she makes a mistake.Â
âNo, no. Iâm a PSW... Personal Support Worker.â She takes a pause. âThe couple that live here- lived here, Harold and Margaret, I was their PSW.â
Sae grows quiet. Rica didnât interrupt once during her and Cariâs story, and so sheâs willing to do the same.
âReally, I was only Haroldâs PSW. He was in a wheelchair.â She nods over to the stairs, which Sae has noticed for the first time, have a chair-lift attached. âIâd come in the morning to get him up and dressed, then Iâd return at night to shower him and get him back into bed. That was all they needed help with, Margaret just wasnât strong enough to lift him.â
âWhat happened?â Sae whispers, her stomach turning in the same direction that she knows this story is about to go. âWhere are they?â
âI donât know.â Rica answers in monotone. âI, uh, I was here last night. I came a bit early to help Margaret cut up some vegetables. She still was able to, but it hurt her wrist when she tried, so I usually helped out.â
The raven haired woman squeezes her eyes shut and Sae has to hold back from taking her hand. She knows how it felts, both her and Cari do, but this wasnât comforting a child who was seeking out the affection. She doesnât know this woman, doesnât know how sheâll react. Sae stays still and listens.
The two girls sit in silence for a moment, before Rica begins to explain the bang on the door for help from her clientâs next door neighbour. How it had ended with Margaret being bit by the elderly woman, Rica bandaging her and putting her to bed for the night.
Sae is confused. Kate and Martin turned so suddenly, but from the way Rica tells it, Margaret was fine through-out the night and even continuing to next morning.
Rica isnât finished though.
The next morning, noting that Margaret wasnât well, the three of them tried to get help. They piled into the car and got only two streets away.Â
She stops there, looking from Cari to Sae. âCome with me for a second.â She nods to the staircase, not waiting to see if Sae is following before sheâs leading the blonde woman to the second floor.
Sae takes a second glance at Cari, just long enough to ensure that sheâs still sleeping, but then sheâs following Rica without another thought to it.
Itâs weird to think that sheâs known the woman for only an hour or two, but she trusts her... She files that in the same train of thought for how sheâs only known Cari for the day, but sheâs already become fiercely protective of her.
Emergencies just tend to change a person.
She follows Rica upstairs and into a nicely decorated room. âIt was Haroldâs office.â Rica explains without prompting. âHis pride and joy. He used to tell everyone that the only reason he bought this house was because of the view in this office... and the storm cellar.â
âStorm cellar?â
âIn his 20â˛s he lived in Kansas, he used to tell me not to buy a house without a storm cellar because even if Iâd never need it, it could still help in an emergency.â
âAn emergency like this?â Sae says softly, biting her lip as she says it, to her credit, Rica can only laugh.Â
âI donât think this is what he thought.â
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The girls are quiet again, both staring out the window until Sae finally thinks of something to say. âUh, Rica, why is it so foggy? If this was his dream view, Iâd have thought itâd be less... awful.â
With that Rica snaps back to attention.
âThatâs why I brought you up here. Itâs not fog, itâs smoke.â Sae doesnât understand. âThe city of Niagara is on fire right now.â She gasps as she understands.
âWe noticed it this morning, but we still needed to find Margaret help, so we got in the car.â Rica points through the window, Sae taking a step closer to look out of it, her heart thudding painfully as she can see all the way to Clifton Hill.
Or rather, whatâs left of it.
âWe got stopped here, too many bodies in the way. We tried to turn back but thatâs when Margaret turned... She bit Harold, and I sent the car crashing into a tree.â Itâs only now that Sae sees the signs of trauma on the other woman.
Dried blood. Bruises. Sae knocks herself for not seeing it sooner, for getting so caught up in there being another living human standing in front of her that she didnât think to check for danger.
âAre you okay? Have you taken care of your-â
âThatâs not my point.â Rica cuts her off.
âWhen I woke, I couldnât see Harold or Margaret, so I ran back here... Sae, the point Iâm trying to make is...â She sighs. âYou asked me if I think weâll be saved, and I canât say that I think we will. Thereâs already too much wrong out there...â
She rubs her temples for a minute, trying to say it without being too harsh. âThe whole damn city is on fire... I think weâre on our own. Helpâs not coming.â
The worlds settle in for the twenty-two year old and she has to hold herself back from crying. This wasnât the plan. The plan was to find police... firemen... military! Someone who could take charge and get them out of here, get her and Cari to safety.
âSo what?!â Sae canât keep the hysteria out of her voice. âWe just stay here? Until when?!â Sheâs trying not to scream, or cry, or fuss. It isnât Ricaâs fault but damn does it feel good to have a target for her frustration. Even if she doesnât really mean it.
âAs long as itâs safe.â Rica shrugs, that being the only answer that she really has for the other girl.
Thereâs a beat. A pause where Sae wants to accept Ricaâs word as gospel. Sheâs about to, when a shrill scream pierces her thoughts and jerks her to reality.
A shrill scream from downstairs.
âOh god.â Sae pales immediately, her heart stopping in her chest. âOh my god, Cari!â
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Donât worry I have a reason
Iâm gay and I do what I want
Reasons why Sae (and Rica) in âBeyond the Hollowsâ are lesbians:
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Beyond the Hollows [Week 3]
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Thereâs a ringing in her ears and Sae has to blink her eyes a few times to free herself of the haze clouding her vision. As a sharp pain twinges in her back, the young woman exhales and it all comes flooding back.
âSae!â The voice is frantic as small hands try to shake her back into the present situation at hand.
With luck, during their backwards descent down the stairs, Sae had managed to pull Cari ontop of her and so the child is relatively unscathed from the fall. Though, clearly more than a little frightened by it.
âYou okay?â She huffs out, still refusing to move.
Cari nods her head, before something hits her and her eyes open wide in fear. âSae, youâre bleeding!â
If the pain of falling backwards down a flight of stairs and landing on her back somewhere between the second and third step with a fifty pound child landing on top of you has rendered Sae immobile... Hearing that sheâs bleeding springs her back into action.
She scrambles to her knees on the stairs, pain shooting at her from all directions. Sae ignores them though, her hands quickly and desperately moving over her body until she can find the blood.
A scrape on her right arm, likely from the staircase railing. Itâs big and bleeding quite a bit for a scrape, but itâs only a flesh wound... It isnât a bite.
Sae breathes a sigh of relief.
She doesnât know much about whatâs going on, but she used to be a pretty avid horror movie fan and judging by what sheâs seen, these âcreaturesâ are zombies. What she knows about zombies is simple...Â
If you get bitten, you die.
Kate and Martin have proved that, so while a scrape can be inconvenient - Itâs better than the alternative.
A growl from the staircase above them snaps Saeâs eyes to the fire exit door that she just slammed. She can see Kateâs face in the window, which hurts more than the fall down the stairs did, but it appears that the woman canât figure out how to open the door in order to shamble after them.
Itâs a relief, but not much of one as another growl can be heard. She clues in that itâs probably coming from the third floor, the door might be open up there and their fall down the staircase was less than graceful.
âIâm okay.â She says finally, turning to look at Cari who is still staring at her in terror. âLook,â Sae shows her arm to the eight year old. âItâs just a scrape.â
The child still trembles wordlessly, tears pooling in her eyes as she continues to stare where Sae is hurt.
Itâs like sheâs frozen in time. Sae can see as the shock sets in for the little girl, and so she takes her hands gently. âI promise you, Iâm okay, itâs not a bite.â
Sae doesnât make a move to get off the ground, she instead keeps looking at Cari, the girl uninjured but obviously very shaken up. Her eyes dart over the little girl, just to make sure that she is indeed not injured, but then the growl turns into a dragging sound and Sae can tell that whateverâs up there, is trying to come down the stairs after them.
âWe need to leave now, okay?â Sae tries to tell her as softly as possible, despite the fact that her heart is racing in her chest. âWeâre going to go try and look for your car, maybe Curtis hasnât found it yet?â
At this, Cari finally moves, shaking her head. âDaddy.â She whispers. âWe canât leave without my Daddy.â
Saeâs heart hurts. âHe canât come with us.â
âIâm not leaving without my Daddy.â Cari repeats, firm on her stance. The demand is only just a whisper, but it still shakes Sae to the core. She doesnât need this.
For a second, her mind wanders.
It would be so much easier on her own. Sae wouldnât have to worry about taking care of anyone, she can really go much faster without a child slowing her down. She could even find Curtis, maybe, heâs the only family she has left and heâs strong, heâs smart, heâll take care of her as long as she listens to him.
The only question is can she live with this on her conscience? Leaving an innocent child to die, or worse. Can she handle being THAT person, who only worries about themselves and sacrifices others?
The answer is no.
âSweetheart, I understand that you want your Daddy, but he just canât come with us...â She tries to explain it as gently (and quickly) as she can. âSame with my sister, I want my big sister to come with us more than anything, but she just... they just canât, okay?â
The tears in Cariâs eyes roll down her cheeks leaving streaks. âWe wonât ever see them again, will we?â
âNo...â Sae confirms. âBut Iâm going to take care of you until we find somewhere safe though, I promise.â
The dragging turns into a thudding as the zombie above them begins his shuffled descent downwards.
âWe need to get out of here.â Sae repeats, and this time Cari nods, her fists wiping her tears away before she holds out a hand to help the older woman up.
Sae struggles to her feet, even with help from the eight year old, her body screaming at her in pain.
She eventually makes it though, dusting both her and Cari off in the process and collecting the backpack that flung off of Cari as the girls had fallen.
âI think our snacks might be a bit squished...â Cari says softly, pulling the bag back on as Sae hands it to her.
âThatâs okay.â Sae offers her a hand. âStill edible.â
The girls hold hands as they move down the rest of the stairs quickly, and quickly make their way outside of the building and into the morning sun.
If inside is bad, then outside is worse.
Bodies litter the pavement, maroon seeping into the smooth gray stone, evidence that some people had tried to escape earlier. Tried and didnât make it.
Cars have been beaten down; bumpers dented and windshields cracked as desperation clearly had settled in and survivors attempted to break into vehicles in order to escape from the resort.
Sae sees a car stopped in the middle of the parking lot only about fifteen feet from them, the windows are all broken and blood stains the glass. If it wasnât obvious that something - or someone - was pulled out of the car by the rips of fabric snagged on the glass... The half a torso underneath is a clear indicator.
Sae lets out a gasp and pulls Cari against her once more. She tries to shield the little girls eyes but a cry means that itâs too late. âItâs okay, donât look Caroline.â
âCari.â She whimpers. âEveryone calls me Cari.â
âOkay Cari,â Sae breathes out. âI respect that, my name is Sarah but everyone calls me-â
âSae.â Cari interrupts.
âYeah. Itâs a nickname that my Dad gave me.â Sae keeps the girl talking as they move away from the wreck, looking for the SUV, and possibly Curtis.
âCari, do you know where your Dadâs van is? Do you remember where you parked when you got here?â
âI think so, I think we parked...â Cari trails off.
Sae finds herself staring at the stone wall that surrounds the resort, the pretty cobblestone she had admired on the way in is now full of scratch marks from people (she hopes) trying and failing to get out.
As she stares, she doesnât notice that something else has peaked Cariâs interest, not until a sharp cry of âSae! Itâs Daddyâs van!â breaks her concentration.
She turns her head and her heart stills in her chest.
Itâs crashed... Into part of the resort fence gate, bending the wire frame backwards and popping open whatever lock was on it so that the other side swings free. First thought that pops into her head is -
âCurtis!â
She breaks into a sprint, running at the smoking vehicle as fast as she can until sheâs at the front and ripping the driverâs side door open to find him.
Itâs empty.
The driver side door is empty and undisturbed other than the airbag that was deployed. Thereâs no blood, no carnage, no hint that he was dragged out of the vehicle or that anything bad had happened to him other than crashing the vehicle.
As she stares at the way the car has wrecked, Sae starts to think that maybe it was on purpose. That he smashed the car into the gates to break them open, to make it so that he had a way out of the resort.
Itâs brilliant, other than the fact that he left the car.
Why would he crash into the gate knowing that it would total the car and make it so that he had to walk from that point on? That seems exactly like what happened, judging by how big the gap is where the other gate has swung open. Itâs big enough that another car could fit through, much less a huma-
Son of a bitch. Son of a bitch!
It hits Sae even before she can see the chips of blue paint along the broken spires of the busted gate.
âCurtis you didnât...â She murmurs as she turns quickly, eyes peeled to see if she can spot her Honda. They parked close to the entrance so it should be right here... It should be right here, but itâs not.
Cari catches up to Sae, trying to peer around the older woman to see into the car as well, concerned for what or who she might find in the wreckage.
Itâs what Sae and Cari donât find that happens to be the much bigger issue for the two girls.
âMy car...â The blonde whispers to herself in disbelief. âHow the fuck did he take my car?â
Her eyes trail down to her wrist, still red from where Curtis had grabbed her and tried to get her to follow him. Her wrist, bare, when before her key had been looped around it with a hairtie for easy access.
âGoddammit!â She screams, unintentionally loud.
Cari just blinks at her, confused for a moment as Sae paces back and forth beside the van and mutters obscenities to herself. Sheâs mildly aware that screaming that loud, especially now is probably not a good idea to keep them from attracting everything in hearing range to their immediate location.
âArenât we getting out of here?â Cariâs voice wavers, watching as the body on the ground from the earlier wreck, the torso with only one arm and a head, looks up at the sound and begins crawling towards them.
Sae just shakes her head in defeat. âWe canât.â She murmurs. âCurtis wrecked your Dadâs van to get the gate open, then stole my car and used it to get out of here. That was probably his idea from the start.â
The sound of shuffling and groans from inside of the resort reaches Cariâs ears and she steps closer to Sae. âCouldnât we walk? Itâs better than being here.â
Sae catches on to the fact that they arenât quite alone and so she nods. âYeah, thatâs a good idea, weâll just follow this road into town and to a police station.â
Closing the van door, Sae pulls the gate towards them, allowing her and Cari to graze through before trying to shut the zombies out enough for the two of them to get a head start on whatever might be following them from the resort.
âIt shouldnât take too long, right?â Cari asks, cocking her head to the side as she stares down the abandoned road that connects the resort to a few of the more residential neighbourhoods. Itâs a far way off, most of the trail is clear green grass and wooden advertisements to âCome again!â and âRemember Riverrock Resort for your Window to Niagara!â
Sae just grimaces. âIt was about ten kilometres if I recall, so maybe a few hours, not too long at all.â
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And so they walk. And they talk.
Cari talks about her Daddy. It makes her kind of sad, and they have to stop a few times so that Sae can give her a hug and brush away her tears, but the little girl talks about the kind of man he was.
She talks about the fact that itâs just been the two of them since Cari was four, that her Mother got sick and then one day just went away. Cari tells Sae he was a social worker, and that he threw himself into his work heart and soul. His determination to save others.
Sae can tell, the way that he put himself and his child at risk the night before, just to help Sae and Curtis.
Cari tells Sae her favourite colour, favourite animal and what kind of food she likes best. Sae encourages her to share all of the little information, anything she can think of, just to distract the child from the growing pit of worry in Saeâs stomach.
The worry that even after walking for over an hour, the road is disturbingly empty, void of any sign of life.
Sae shares with Cari too; how she was going to school to become a teacher, how her own Father passed away when she was younger than Cari, and all of the shenanigans that her and her sister used to get into.
Cari takes the same pauses that Sae does, moments where she stops walking and instead hugs the older woman, telling her that itâll all be alright.
They leave the talk of zombies back at the resort, along with the shambling monsters that have long since forgotten about Sae and Cari - especially after the two girls had disappeared from their sight.
They talk about school, about movies, about music and even a bit about places theyâve been to.
About an hour and fifty-six minutes into their walk (but hey, whoâs counting) that they start to run into houses. The narrow resort road opens up to a neighbourhood and at first itâs just a few houses, some of them rather run-down looking, but it isnât long before they get into suburbs.
Most of the homes look like theyâve been evacuated, or something; front doors are left swung open, lights turned off and cars are gone, deep tire tracks left in the dirt of front yards as if the people driving only cared about leaving as quickly as possible.
A chill runs down Saeâs spine. What if a rescue team did make their way through here, and the girls had missed it through the night... or even worse, if they had missed it during their walk from the resort.
Sae is halfway through trying to reassure both Cari and herself that they are going to just have to keep walking until they find someone when she spots someone moving through the front window of a house just down the street from them. âLook.â
Cari follows Saeâs pointer finger to the window, and the two girls can hardly contain their excitement as they practically run up to the house and begin to ring the doorbell beside the large wooden door that theyâve found.
The doorbell blares out louder than expected, and Sae winces like sheâs been hit by how abrupt and intrusive the âplayfulâ musical tune is as it choruses down the porch and into the street.
The person in the window stops moving and freezes, their head turning to the window. Sae canât see their face, but suspects that through the white lace curtains, the person might be able to see her, and so she stops to wave, her words spilling out of her mouth. âHello? Hello, please, can you let us in... Thereâs something really bad happening out here, and we need help!â She canât help as the words drop out of her, desperate yet awkward.
She feels a tugging on her arm and turns to look down at Cari, the girl looking up at her with wide eyes as she points across the street. Sae glances briefly, paling as she sees a zombie shambling out of the open door directly opposite of them.
They should have never rang the bell.
âSae... Sae, thereâs more!â Cari whimpers, looking around at the once thought to be abandoned street, now bustling with zombies that had been hidden in the dark only to get brought into the light by the hollow chiming of the bell.
âOh shit.â Sae whispers as she turns instead to knocking, her fist rapping on the door quickly. âPlease, please let us in! They heard us, and their coming!â
Slowly, one by one, the zombies take a step forward towards Cari and Sae. There has to be a half a dozen or more of the monsters, and as they shuffle closer and closer to the porch where Sae and Cari stand, her knocking becomes desperate and panicked. âOh god, please, please help us! Please!â Sae cries out in fear.
The person in the window peers out from behind the curtain, the sheen of raven hair showing through the gaps in the curtain. Sae gestures at the window with a plea. âPlease help us!â She screams out again, the zombies now varying states of halfway across the street and some even take their first steps onto the grass in the front yard of the house.
Cari ducks her head against Saeâs side and begins to whimper, her entire body trembling in fear as the chorus of groaning gets louder while the zombies begin to close in on them.
âOh shit, oh shit.â Sae begins to cry as the zombies begin to ascend the front step of the porch.
Sheâs got her eyes wide as she sweeps the front porch, trying to figure out what the best way to escape is... At this point itâs clear that whomever is inside isnât coming to their rescue anytime soon.Â
Sae is seconds away from shoving Cari towards the back of the porch and hoping they can climb over the side. She figures that they can drop down onto the ground and run like hell before anything is able to catch up with them.Â
Her mouth opens to tell Cari to run when she hears the door creak open behind her and an arm reaches out to pull her and Cari back through the opening.

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Sophie and the Troll [2 of ?]
I know that this is extremely late, but damn 2020 packed one hell of an end of year, so Iâm just trying to catch up on all my works now. I hope everyoneâs been enjoying this story as Iâve even thought of a few sequels as well.
TW: Brief Mentions of Child Death.
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When one of Henryâs knights finds the bones of a child at the site of Aliceâs fallen tower, the breath of every last individual in Storybrooke, Hyperion Heights and his kingdom is held with a shudder until the remains are thoroughly examined by Dr. Whale.
Not Sophie. He claims. The child was too old, too big and was a male. This offers everyone the chance to breathe again, to rest assured that Sophie...Â
Sophie might still be out there.
The fallen tower provides more pieces to the puzzle. Itâs strange, Henryâs Knights have combed every inch of the forest, including the very spot the tower lays in and they hadnât seen hide nor hair of it in the entire five years that Sophie has been missing.
âIt looks like a spell.â Regina fills them in, her and Zelena going through the rubble of the tower together as Alice and Robin watch in distress.
âSome sort of charm.â Zelena agrees.
âIt seems like as long as you were looking for her, this place remained hidden...â Regina canât hold back her amazement at the source of power something like this would take. âThen the moment she was no longer here, the charm broke and the tower collapsed, no longer needing to be hidden.â
âWho could have done something like that?â Emma is there too, deeming herself vital to the investigation... She is Sheriff after all, and Robin is family to her.
This time, the reply is soft and whispered. âGothel.â Alice whimpers, turning her head into Robinâs neck to stifle her sobs as what remains of crudely colored drawings are pulled from the wreckage by Regina.
âGothel stole my baby.â
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Sophieâs troll runs far; far from the tower thatâs imprisoned Sophie for most of her life, far from the other trolls (the violent ones, that eat children), and far from where Gothel (or anyone else) can find her.
For the first few hours of her escape, the seven year old lays still in the outstretched palm of her rescuer. With each step, the hand holding her rattles and Sophie is terrified that if she stands, sheâll rattle right out of the trollâs hand. And so she lays still and quiet.
Fingers furling and unfurling around her, Sophie stares in amazement at what the sky actually looks like, branches and foliage dangling above her on occasion and the sound of birds in the distance.
Her tower never really had birds, or blue skies.
The troll speaks, but only rarely, taking the time to ask âSophie okay?â once in a while to the quiet child. Sophie doesnât mind the silence, sheâs used to it. The deep, loud booming voice of the beast that saved her life and gave her freedom is what sheâs not used to.
âIâm fine!â She squeaks out, eyes wide in disbelief at the fact that sheâs done it, sheâs actually done it, she got out of the tower and sheâs free. Sheâs finally free.
After the shock wears off, Sophie finally stirs. Although itâs only slowly, she is able to get to her knees and then her feet, standing upright in his palm so that she can see more than just the sky over her.
She moves to the edge of his palm, wrapping her arms around one of the trollâs fingers to keep her balance, and then sheâs able to peek out at the world.
And it is magnificent.
Theyâre in some sort of forest, trees stretch far as her eyes can see and woodland creatures scamper about. Sophie spots a deer, a real life deer, and sheâs overcome with emotion. âHi there!â She shouts out from where sheâs perched. âHi friend! How are you?!â
That becomes her new game as the troll slows to a leisurely walk, is to say hello to everything that they pass; birds, bunnies, deer and what not.Â
As the day turns to dusk and Sophieâs successfully greeted half of the forest that theyâre wandering in, a yawn escapes her and she finally asks the troll.
âMister Troll, where are we going?â
âWe go home.â He grumbles deeply, the word reverberating off of the trees that enclose them.
For probably the ninth time that day, Sophie becomes emotional. Itâs all sheâs wanted in her life, itâs what sheâs fought every day to do, itâs... itâs-
Not her home.
He brings her to a clearing. Itâs big and well-kept, large trees hide them from on-lookers. It might not be her home, but itâs better than her tower ever was.
As the two of them settle into the clearing for the night, the troll brings Sophie oranges, dozens of them, from a nearby patch of orange trees.Â
Heâs almost giddy to show off to her, laying the oranges down in a gigantic pile, before swiping them closer to Sophie and nodding to them. âEat. Good.â
She grabs one, begins to peel it and he huffs out an annoyed sigh. âNo. Not eat. This eat.â And he puts an entire orange into his mouth, chewing it up peel and rind entirely. He eats another one like that and pats his belly before pointing to her orange. âGood.â
Sophieâs eyes widen. âOf course, marmalade.â
The troll stops chewing long enough to stare at her in confusion. âMama?â He asks, raising an eyebrow.
âNo, marma...â She explains. âMarmalade.â
He continues to stare at her in confusion, though he resumes chewing his oranges as Sophie finishes peeling one and eats the wedges selectively.Â
âItâs like an orange jam.â She smiles as she eats another wedge of her orange, the juicy fruit tasting surprisingly sweeter than any fruit Gothel has brought her over the past five years. âMama and I used to bring you sandwiches that were made with it.â
âMama!â He exclaims, his voice rumbling across the forest and shaking some of the trees. âAlice Mama!â
Surprisingly Sophie doesnât flinch this time from the loud roar, sheâs gotten used to it, and him. Instead, the realization dawns on her quickly. âOh! Youâre asking about my Mama, you arenât asking about the jam.â
He nods his head, orange juice flying everywhere with every move he makes and repeats. âAlice Mama.â
Sophie gets a lump in her throat that she canât quite get rid of, so she chews another piece of orange before continuing. âI donât really remember much...â
For a moment she chews on her bottom lip. âMama was really beautiful, same with Mommy... I think.â
Tears begin to pool in Sophieâs eyes, and she tries to rub them away with her fist but theyâre falling faster than she can keep up with them. âI want to go home, but I donât know where that is, Mister Troll.â
He is confused once more. âThis home.â He says, the demand on his voice, he points at the orange trees that they ate from. âThat food.â He turns to gesture to the ground. âThis bed.â He finishes up by pointing at himself and smiling a gummy grin. âMe friend.â
Sniffling back her tears, Sophie shook her head slowly. âNo, I want to go back to my home...â Her voice wavered as she tried to keep together, the exhaustion of the day hitting her like a ton of bricks.Â
âI want to see my Mommy, and have her chase me around the house to tickle me.â That was one of the few things she remembered about being home.
Biting her lip, she continued, her fists coming up to wipe away the tears streaking her cheeks. âI want Mama to tuck me into bed with a kiss on my nose.â
Her tears are wiped free, but they still eat at the back of her mind, even as she tries to stay strong.Â
Sophie finishes a few oranges and then moves to sit beside the troll, nuzzling her tiny body into the crook of his elbow as he begins to lay back against a tree, the large overgrown pine groaning and cracking under the pressure of his body leaned against it.
He pulls her in closer, using one finger to gently tap on her head (maybe a little more jarring than he meant but Sophie understands the sentiment) as his other hand stills and he whispers. âBed now.â
With the entire day weighing on her, all Sophie can do is nod her tiny head and curl in tighter against the troll, the large beast becoming a source of comfort and security as she finally relaxes.
âMister Troll...â She whispers as her breath starts to even out. âYou think my Mommyâs remember me?â
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Over at the Mills-Jones household, Robin and Alice are in the middle of their night time routine.
Alice no longer checks windows or doors, sheâs given up on it. Robin asked once why she no longer went around the house checking like she had before... A sullen cry of âThereâs nothing left for us to lose now.â made Robin decide to never ask that question again.
Their routine consists now of checking the news, even with Alice searching all day for any information she still insists it be one of the last thing she does at night. It continues into Alice staring blankly into Sophieâs room as Robin does all of the cleaning, and gets herself ready to go to sleep.
After sheâs done and ready for bed, she goes through the process of getting Alice ready as well.Â
Even after five years, Alice is like a zombie.
Robin has to pull her away from Sophieâs room and into the shower. Thankfully, her wife is able to do that on her own. Robin pulls out pajamas for Alice and then tucks her into bed before slipping in beside her.
The loss hit both of them hard, the only difference is that Robin has been able to keep moving where Alice has remained stuck. Itâs not that she doesnât miss their daughter, but Alice? Alice took Sophieâs disappearance harder than anyone could imagine.
Robin asked Hook once, about a year after Sophie disappeared, in a moment of desperation on how she could help Alice get back to the woman she married.
It was in not so kind words that he explained that she might never; that the memories Alice has of her own childhood, of her own imprisonment, has given her a pretty good insight into what their daughter is probably going through, and the outlook? Well the outlook of that kind of life for a child is quite grim.
He explained to Robin that the only help she can provide Alice, is support, and if sheâs not ready to do that... then she might as well leave too.
Robin decided to stay.
And so for five years Robin has comforted Alice, cared for her, held her while she cried, and stayed strong even when she wanted to fall apart as well.
Tonight? Tonight Robin canât keep up the facade.
As she curls into bed next to her shell-shocked wife, Robin begins to cry. Itâs loud, itâs ugly and itâs jarring as she hiccups between her sobs. âShe was right there, she was right there in that goddamn tower for all these years and we never found her!â
Alice turns to her, lays a few fingers against her chin and wraps herself around Robin. She lets her wife cry and she whispers back five years worth of comfort.
âSheâs alive, Robin, I knew she was alive... and now, now we can find her and bring her home.â
openly lusting for kitchenware and home goods that you will never be able to afford
Fuck... A standing kitchen mixer, and one of those fancy blenders thatâs like super powered and doesnât run on the electricity of a potato. And maybe one day... Just maybe... A fucking icecream maker.
Now sheâs here, shining in the starlightâŚ
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This gives me the muse to keep writing Sophie and the Troll.
when bly manor said âto truly love another person is to accept that the work of loving them is worth the pain of losing themâ and âdead doesnât mean goneâ and âlove and ownership couldnât be more oppositeâ and âeveryone is exhaustive but sometimes once in a blue goddamned moon someone just might be worth the effortâ and âone day at a time is fine by me as long as those days are with youâ and âim not sick of you im actually pretty in love with you it turns outâ and âweâll wear the rings and weâll knowâ and âiâll feel everything for the both of usâ and âtake me with you drag me down like you did the others but dani wouldnât dani would neverâ and âshe will walk the grounds of bly harmless as a dove for all of her days leaving the only trace of who she once was in the memory of the woman who loved her mostâ and âits not a ghost story its a love storyâ
I want like half of these tattooed in my words sleeve.
Beyond the Hollows [Week 2]
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By the time Sae opens her eyes again, the sun has finally gone down and the hotel room she lays in is dark aside from the faint glow of a light on behind the closed bathroom door. The room is silent.
For a second, it all feels like a dream- no, it feels like itâs all been a nightmare. Zombies... Lukas... Kate.
The best part of a nightmare is that you can wake up from them. Maybe a little anxious, a little on edge, a little worse for wear for a moment... But when the sleep shrugs off and your mind clears, the nightmare is over. Itâs over and done with and you can move on.
Sae waits for the nightmare to fade, but it doesnât.
A brief glance around the room confirms to the twenty-two year old that she didnât hallucinate the horrors she saw what felt like only moments ago.
Kate isnât there, all that remains is the blood stained over the cocktail dress Sae was supposed to wear out to Copa Cabana. Lukas is missing too, the face of fear and concern he had as he tackled Kate away from Sae flashes painfully in the young womanâs mind.
She stifles a sob, only stopping herself upon seeing the young girl curled up in the bed across from hers.
The child sleeps. The man that rescued Sae, her Father, curls up around the girl protectively. Their brows are furrowed in identical worry, but the evenness of their breath denotes just the slightest moment of peace between the two.
Sae isnât willing to ruin that for them, even in her grief.
Her grief is quiet, the agony swallows her up and for a moment Sae wonders if her sister is still in the hall, if she can go find her... They promised their whole childhood to never leave each other, maybe Sae can-
âYouâre awake.â A voice breaks through her planning.
âWhat time is it...â Sae whispers, not turning to face him, not able to turn and look Curtis in the eye.
She knows its him, if it wasnât obvious from the fact that there is only four people in the room, she can tell his voice from anywhere. Sheâs grown up hearing that voice; her sisterâs boyfriend for almost six years and fiancee for two... Heâs been like a brother to her, or he was her brother, at least, until a few hours ago.
âFour, I think, I turned off my cell to save battery.â
âItâs quiet.â
âYou missed all of the screaming.â His voice is flat and emotionless. âYou could hear the entire resort go to hell until about one, then it all went silent.â
Sae doesnât speak, the air between the two is tense and thick. A shiver runs down her spine as she realizes the reason for the silence. âEveryoneâs dead.â
âNot everyone, not us.â
âNot yet.â She spits out the words like poison.
Her name comes out like a trickling of wind. âSarah...â Curtis breathes, his head dropping to his hands. âIâm so sorry, okay, I never should have said what I said.â
âYou never should have left him out there, Curtis-â
âSarah...â
âNo, I know that Kate is dead or something, but Lukas? Lukas wasnât. You left him out there to die.â
There is silence again, before a small sniffle is heard and Sae turns to face Curtis finally... His face is red, and his eyes are puffy, and she knows heâs crying but she just canât feel sorry for him. Not after what he did.
âI had to keep you safe.â Curtis finally whispers.
Mouth dropping open just slightly, eyes squeezing tight to stop the tears that threaten to fall, a single word escapes Saeâs mouth. âWhy?â
âYouâre like my little sister... No, you pretty much are my little sister. I couldnât save Katie, but at least I could save you, so that was more important.â
âHe was your friend, you should have saved us both.â
The sound of a snore quiets the two again. A minute goes by. Two. Itâs almost five minutes before Curtis starts to speak again, his voice strained with emotion.
âLook, when you decide you are going to propose to someone, a lot of thoughts go through your head...â He starts with a wistful sigh. âIf youâre good enough, if you can provide for them, if this is really the person you want to love for the rest of your life.â
Sae turns to stare at Curtis.
âYou donât really expect that the rest of your life, is going to suddenly just end in the blink of an eye.â
His words hit Sae in the chest. âIâm sorry.â She admits, hanging her head. âIâm not the only one that lost her.â
âIâm sorry too, I know you really liked Lukas, but in that moment, the only thing I could think is how Kate would want me to save you, no matter what.â
An admission escapes her. âI actually didnât.â
âWhat?â
âI didnât like him... not like that. I mean he was nice and all, but I donât...â She struggles to find the words.
âI like girls.â Her heart thuds in her chest painfully with the realization that this is the closest sheâll ever get to telling her family the truth. Her sisterâs gone, before she could know what Sae wanted so badly to tell her.
âOh.â Curtis goes quiet.
âDid you know, that I thought the worst thing that could happen this weekend... was that Iâd tell Kate and sheâd be angry with me.â A bitter laugh escapes Sae.Â
âI never imagined that all of this would happen.â
Curtis nods in recognition. âNone of us did.â
Heâs quiet again for another few moments, Sae can almost see the wheels turning in his head as he processes the information sheâs just dumped on him.
âShe wouldnât, you know.â He settles on.
All Sae can do is make a soft âhmâ in response.
âBe angry? She loved you. She just wanted you to fall in love and be happy, whoever that was with.â
âI know, Curtis.â
âIâm not angry either.â Curtis looks her in the eye when he says this. âWhen we get out of here, I want you to know that Iâll support you, no matter what.â
In the first show of solidarity since everything fell apart, Sae reaches over to take Curtisâ hand, squeezing it to show her appreciation. âI know.â
âNow letâs figure out a plan to get out of here.â
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The older man wakes not long after Sae, heâs careful to not disturb his daughter as he slips out of the bed and over to the two young adults near the door.
Together, the three of them brainstorm how to get out of the resort. Curtis is convinced that as long as they can get to their cars, they can go find help.
Sae isnât too sure of that, but itâs the man, Martin Hess, as they find out (here on a special week-long vacation with his eight year old daughter Caroline), who happens to be the deciding vote between them.
âIf we stay weâre sitting ducks.â He explains, offering a water bottle to Sae, and a chocolate protein bar to Curtis. âThis place is locked up tightly, which fortunately means nothing from the outside is getting in... But, unfortunately, it also means that those monsters arenât able to get out on their own, either.â
âSo?â Sae asks, grimacing at the thought that her sister is lumped in as part of the âmonstersâ roaming.
âHe means that theyâre all still out in the halls, and the lobby, and they arenât just going to go away.â Curtis interrupts, glancing at the door. âWe can either run for the cars, or we stay in this room until they find us.â
âCouldnât help find us too? Police or something, theyâre probably out looking for survivors.â
Martin shakes his head. âIn a city this big... I donât think anyone will be going room to room in each resort searching for uninfected folks for quite a while.â
âWe could wait right? Itâs safer in here isnât it?â
âNo.â Martin voices, adamant against that idea. âWeâd run out of food. I packed a few snacks for the trip; cheese strings, water bottles, bear paws... Snacks so Cari wouldnât ask me to stop every five minutes for a Beavertail or Dipping Dots, but it wonât be enough to feed all of us properly for more than a day or so.â
Curtis nods his agreement. âLook, Sarah, if we go, we go now... We need to get to the cars and get to the police, or a fire station. One of them will keep us safe.â
âItâs our safest bet, I agree.âÂ
Sae looks between Martin and Curtis, for a moment she can see how scared they both are, how utterly terrified they are of leaving the room and she also feels that same fear. They seem to know what theyâre talking about, but the idea of leaving the safety of the room and willingly going out into the hall, itâs crazy.
Her heart pounds in her chest, but slowly she lets herself nod. âOkay, whose car are we going for?â
âMine.â Martin insists. âItâs an SUV, it can take a hell of a beating and Cariâs carseat is in the back.â
âOkay.â Curtis nods. âSarah, I want you to take your keys just in case we get separated or anything.â
Sae nods, the tiny breath of air she was holding expelling from her body as she glances from Curtisâ determined face, to Martinâs concerned one and finally to the girl still curled up on the bed sleeping.
âWhen do we do it?â
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It isnât quite seven in the morning when the four survivors decide that theyâre all ready to go.
Theyâve woken up Caroline, and made the official introductions between the eight year old and her two new friends. They have also gotten her to pack the rainbow unicorn backpack she brought on vacation with all of the snacks that they can fit in it.
The two men have broken apart the desk chair that sits in the hotel room, using the metal legs for bats, more reliable bats than the wooden chair leg that Curtis found and used the night before.
Sae, from some stroke of luck, has managed to change out of the cocktail dress stained with her sisterâs blood and into a pair of jeans and plain tee-shirt that Martin had in his suitcase. The jeans are too wide and need to be held on with a tight belt, and the shirt swims on her, but anything is better than running around in a skin-tight dress with the memory of her sister being bitten seeped into the material.
The plan is simple; Curtis and Sae are going in front, with Martin and his daughter following close behind.
Curtis has Martinâs keys because heâs the fastest runner out of the four of them, his role is to get to the SUV as quickly as he can... If he can start it up, they may be able to make it before they get overrun.
Sae and Martinâs roles are to beat away any of the monsters that get too close using the metal chair legs, their only weapons against arms, legs and teeth.
Cari? Cariâs only job is to be brave.
It all seems so easy, until the door to the room opens and theyâre met with the carnage in the hallway.
Itâs like the scene of a horror movie; blood stains the floor in pools, people (or what remains of them) are crumpled into heaps, and the only sound you can hear comes from the piles of bodies littered along the hallway; moans, groans and the unmistakable noise of something gnawing through bone.
Sae has to cover her mouth to conceal the gasp that threatens to escape, Martin shields his daughterâs eyes before the whimper on her lips can make itâs debut, and Curtis motions the group to move on.
Theyâre able to walk down the hall a little, moving away from the lobby where it all began and instead following a little hall to a fire exit, it had been decided that going the path more secluded had less of a chance of running into the monsters they were trying to stay away from. It almost works... almost.
Curtis has his hand on the handle to the door, ready to open it, when a scream erupts into the near quiet air stopping him and Sae dead in their tracks.
As they turn their heads towards the scream, the sight meeting them has Saeâs heart still in her chest.
Cari has been knocked to the ground, her eyes trained in horror on the beast that advances on her father.
Sae lets out the gasp she held earlier.
The creature is easily six feet tall and over two hundred pounds, as a human he would have been intimidating with the muscles swelling around his arms, chest and legs... As a mindless and relentless zombie attacking them, he is absolutely terrifying.
In mere seconds he goes from advancing on Martin, to tackling him to the ground. All at once, the man, Sae and Cari scream.
âCurtis we have to do something now!â Sae begs, taking a hesitant step forward and brandishing the chair leg like itâs a bat, sheâs set to take a hit on the zombie before sheâs stopped by Curtis grabbing a hold of her arm and pulling her back.
âWe canât.â He quirks his head to the hall theyâve just come from, another creature stumbling itâs way over to them, foot dragging like itâs been broken.
âWe need to go now, Sae, we canât help him.â
Sae turns to stare at her almost brother-in-law in horror, Carolineâs screams pierce the background at the same time as Martinâs pleas for help start.
âCurtis, we need to.â Sheâs determined as she tries to break out of his hold, her eyes narrowing as he holds her almost painfully tightly.
âWe have the keys, we can still get to their car and get out of here.â His eyes are wide in his frantic demands. âCome, thereâs no way we can help him.â
Sae stares at him for another moment, her eyes filling with tears as she shakes her head. âNo, I canât, sheâs just a little kid, we have to help them.â
For a moment, his eyes soften and Sae feels like sheâs broken through to him... But then Curtis is holding her arm tighter and trying to drag her towards the fire door, his face red in an unrecognizable fury.
âItâs us or them, Sarah, and I sure as fuck choose us. Come on!â He growls in her ear as he struggles to pull her towards the door. âIf the roles were reversed, theyâd leave us behind in a heartbeat!â
Her eyes flicker between Curtis, anger and determination written across the features that once held nothing but humour and adoration... And then they flicker to Martin and Cari, the tiny girl screaming desperately as her father tries to fight back against the monster that has him pinned to the floor.
âNo!â Sae finally screams, her mind returns to the night before, Martin putting not just himself but his daughter in danger to try to get Sae and her friends into his room, into safety. âNo, they wouldnât!â
She rips away from Curtisâ hold, and stands facing him, panting in desperation. âIâve got to help them!â She demands, refusing to give in to him.
âThen Iâve got to leave you behind.â
Her heart breaks in ways Sae never imagined as her sisterâs fiancee turns away from her and pulls open the door to the fire exit, rushing down the stairs and out of sight. For a second sheâs frozen watching the spot where he used to be, until another desperate scream from Cari snaps her back to reality.
She turns back towards the chaos, swinging at the zombie with the metal chair leg and hitting him in the shoulder just as he ducks his head and sinks his teeth deep into the flesh of Martinâs throat.
âNoooooo!â A scream breaks out and it takes Sae a moment to realize that sheâs the one screaming, as Cari joins her crying out in anguish.
She pounds the chair leg into the zombieâs shoulder again, trying to beat him off of Martin but the damage has already been done, blood spurting from the open wound in the older manâs throat.
Sae is screaming and crying and pounding on the six foot monsterâs shoulder as Martin twitches and spasms on the floor, the only sound escaping him is a gurgled plea to âTake... Ca-ri... Run...â
It takes Sae a moment to react, dropping the metal chair leg as the beast she was attacking turns to face her, his mouth a crimson red and his eyes the same milky white as her sisters were only the night before.
The seconds that follow, all Sae can hear is the blood rushing through her veins as she jumps into action.
She runs for Caroline, scooping the child up with one arm and not stopping as she flees from the nightmare unfolding in front of them. Sheâs holding the girl against her side, just barely able to keep them both upright as she races down the hall in the opposite direction from the fire exit, the path to safety being blocked by six feet of pure horror and Cariâs own father who sheâs sure is either dead or turning into one of them.
Sae races past other creatures, zombies she supposes, some of them are too preoccupied with their own catch to worry about a sprinting twenty-two year old and the eight year old arm luggage sheâs picked up.
A few turn towards them and Sarah tries her best to run around, or shove them away as she races desperately towards the fire exit on the opposite side of the building, the one thatâs just past her own room.
Thereâs a thought that occurs to her just moments before she can see the doors to the fire exit.
What if Kate is still around.
The thought is just barely in the back of her mind, her instincts to flight taking over until itâs almost too late.
She catches sight of Kate, skulking around what Sae can only assume is the body of Lukas... From the barely visible blonde hair and bright blue v-neck he had been wearing the night before, it confirms exactly who it is.
Sae freezes, Cari still pressed against her body, as she stares at the shambling, grotesque mess that her dearly loved older sister has horrifically become.
A hole where her shoulder once was now shows skin flaps barely clinging on to the meat underneath, blood drenches the front of Kate, from her mouth and shoulder all the way down her dress. Red bits adorn her neck and jaw, and itâs with a shudder that Sae realizes that the red bits are pieces of Lukasâ flesh.
Kate lets out a groan that runs down Saeâs spine, and the blonde stumbles backward into the fire exit. Sheâs shaking her head, tears collecting in her eyes when she steps in a puddle at the top of the staircase.
She loses her balance, arms flinging out to try and correct herself, but all Sae manages to do is slam the door to the fire exit closed in front of her, before her ankle twists and she sends both her and eight year old Cari crashing down the staircase behind them.

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BRENDAN FRASER as RICK OâCONNELL The Mummy (1999) dir. Stephen Sommers
I can count on one hand how many men I would marry...
Brendan Fraser probably counts as two of them.
DANI & JAMIE in THE HAUNTING OF BLY MANOR
In which I would die to be Dani... Or Jamie... In this situation.