SMNTY Fiction: Terminus, Part 3 (Chapter 4)

In the penultimate chapter, Tilda confronts the people who took her son and tries to get him back.

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Speaker 1 (00:05):
Hey, this is Anny and Samantha. I'm walking to Steffan
never told you protection, iHeartRadio. And we are back with
our fiction, which is something we do once a month
ish kind of. Yeah, we took a break for a minute,

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but it wants a month ish. This is the third
part of the trilogy, Terminus, and we are in the
final chapter. Everybody, We have split it into two, so
we're gonna go out with a bang. As always, Christina
makes you sound amazing with her sound effects. I always
love hearing what she does with them, so I'm just

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excited as you at the point of recording, I haven't
heard yet, so it is so exciting. And yeah, this
is our big finale. There will still be fiction after
we wrap up this series, but we are coming to
the end of the series. That being said, as I
always say, this was something I did for Nano Raimo,

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which doesn't exist anymore, National Novel Writing Month. It's what
it sounds like. We had to write a novel of
fifty thousand warns, just sixty thousand words within the month
of November, and all three of these I did for that.
This one is clearly I say this with love, but
this is clearly the one that I was like stressing

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the most stuff. Got to get something done for this,
and I do really like the ending. We'll talk more
about that when we get to the end. Content warning
there for guns, violence, child endangerment, lots of guns. I'm
just gonna put it in there again. This is like

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the confrontation that we've been building up to. So there's
a lot of conflict. And that being said for the
recap so far, we have our heroes, Tilda and Madison,
who have grown up in this world where people can't

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There is a disease called HSB five and people can't
get pregnant. If after the first time they have penis
and vaginal sex, they don't get pregnant at that time,
then it's just not going to happen for you. And
so humanity is dying. And in the United States at least,
the government has coalesced into what is called the state

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and they have a ruling religious arm called Armor, and
they have taken control of conception, so you're it is
illegal to try to conceive outside of a birthing center.
So Madison, who is Tilda son, was born illegally and

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they have been on the run ever since and through
this whole thing, they find a resistance has told Tilda
that there is a vaccine that ARM destroyed it because
they think humanity brought this on themselves and this is
the punishment. However, they saved one vaccine, so Tilda and

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Madison go into the depths of their enemy to the
Washington d C to find the vaccine, and it turns
out that the leaders of ARM are the paternal grandparents
of Madison. The whole thing happens, Madison gets vaccinated with
the last vaccine. Tilda enters that she finds their broadcasting
system and tells everybody what happened, and then they run

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off into the night, and then they're on the run again,
and the Resistance is trying to find them and stays
trying to find them, and ARMS trying to find them.
Madison and is wrestling with this idea that he should
help because maybe he can help vaccinate other people. Tilda
doesn't trust anybody and doesn't want to do anything about it.
They get attacked by people on their journey who are

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just trying to survive but also have kind of become
pretty violent in their quest for survival, and then Tilda,
who has been struggling with this idea of who is
she without Madison. They're attacked by a tank and a
group of people and Madison is taken from her and
she is badly wounded. They leave her for dead, and

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she is recovering. At this point, she's trying to come
up with plan, but she doesn't know where they are.
She doesn't know if she could even take them on
all of these things. She is despairing. Then a member
of the resistance, because they're trying to find Madison too,
finds her and says, basically, yes, I really wish that

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you would come back to the Resistance, but I'm going
to give you this. It is your choice, and I'm
going to tell you this is our plan. These are
the people you're up against, and I'm going to give
you this chance. And so Tilda takes it. She drives
off on a motorcycle despite never having driven a motorcycle,
and I will talk more about that later, and she

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went off into the night to confront these people and
hopefully find Madison. So that is where we are. So
let us get into part one of our big finale.

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Tilda could add this to the list of things she
never enviissioned herself doing, she thought, pulling onto the highway
with the sign that read christian Burgh. But she was
getting the hang of it, even if she felt at
any moment the bike would somehow take off and leave
her behind, hanging comically in the air for a moment
before she collided painfully with the asphalt. The cold air
ate right through her clothes. As the sun disappeared beneath

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the horizon, the road stretched out before her flat and
at the end of it, or at least at the
end of what she could make out, the skyline of
the city she'd been seeing for days. Purple sky turned
darker blue as she passed a sign reading Christenburg twenty
eight miles. She gun died it a little harder, looking
over her shoulder for any pursuers, and drifting left as

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she did so. When she straightened, she gasped and dodged
an abandoned car on the road just in time, her
heart leaping into her throat. I'm coming, Madison, she thought,
hoping in some way that he knew. Just hold on.
As the darkness encroached, she realized that barreling down a
highway on a vehicle she only margally knew how to

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operate when she could hardly see what lay in front
of her. May not have been the best idea of
her eyes quickly alternated between the road and the switches
and levers on the bike, looking for some indicator or light.
She flicked a switch with wines coming off in oval shape,
and sure enough, a bright headlight turned on, illuminating the
small patch of road in front of her. But it

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was better than nothing. It would not do her much
good in terms of stealthy approach, however, she'd have to
turn it off once they got out of Christianburg. For
a moment, with the stars spread before her, the wind
in her hair and fresh air in her lungs, the
dull roar of the motorcycle drowning out the worries in
her brain clamoring for her attention, Tilla felt liberated in

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a way she hadn't in a long time. Who was she?
She thought, with something just outside of wonder? Who was she?
She had to avoid more and more cars as they
clustered outside the city, a menacing line of sharp structures
cutting into the sky in the dark. The feeling of
exhilaration faded, and in its place came the all too

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familiar anxiety. Surely these radicals who had taken her son
would have lookouts in Christianburg. With that thought, she eased
up on the gas, but this only served to heighten
her apprehension. She wanted to switch off her light, but
it really wasn't an option in the encompassing darkness. Besides,
she told herself they to hear her coming. As she

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entered the city limits, she was shivering, her midsection aching,
her thighs were numb. Some of the novelty of her
ride had borne off, though every part of her denounced
her foolishness. She did not straight from the main highway,
wanting to get out of Christianburg and to the other
side as quickly as possible. Cars were strewn haphazardly across
the roadway, and she moved through them with as much

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speed as she dared. Her eyes glued to the pavement
immediately in front of her by painful necessity. Her head
light caught the reflection of broken glass glittering in the
light in the road, and she swerved out of the
way to avoid it, nearly colliding with a fire truck
in her rush to avoid a flat tire. Regaining her breath.
She picked up some speed. She gloss glancing around cautiously.
The Resistance could be far behind her. The radicals could

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be watching her right now. She supposed. There was the
small advantage that they didn't know if she was alive
or dead, and that they most definitely didn't expect for
her to show up armed, but it was a small
consolation and practically negated since they were prepared. She was
sure for some sort of incursion by the Resistance, but
she continued on the highway, past abandoned office buildings and restaurants,

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specialty stores and fashion shops, rugs, suits, so much to buy,
and now all of it free and hanging unwanted in
the windows. A half moon hovered overhead as she sped
through Christenberg, its silver, silky lights solothering up the side
of buildings and making her path more navigable. The cold
had settled in her bones now, her lips chapped and

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her teeth chattering, fingers numb from where they rested over
the break. She wished she'd thought to put gloves on,
but didn't have a mind to stop now again, she
looked behind her, and with a jolt, she realized she
could make out the high beams coming from several vehicles.
They were a good distance away, but she pressed a
little harder on the gas, the less, forcing her thoughts
away from the fact she still hadn't made up her

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mind if, despite all odds, she managed to rescue Madison
when the resistance did not, whether or not she'd go
with them. One thing at a time, she told herself,
passing a sign inscribed now leaving Christianburg home of Davy Crockett,
thanks for visiting. Now that she was exiting the labyrinth
of the city and burreling full speed to a group

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of people who only days before had left her for dead,
she subconsciously eased off the gas and turned off her headlight,
counting on the moonlight to illuminate any obstacles in her way.
She wished she'd ask Merlin how far west of Christianburg
this complex was, so she'd have a general idea of
when she should abandon the bike and continue on foot.
She steered so that she was on the edge of

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the road. She doubted she had the skill, nor was
it necessarily wise for her to attempt any off roading.
As tempting as it was, this had been relatively easy
to pick up. Though this motorcycle she marveled easier than
the car she'd wreckt with Madison what felt like years ago.
Tiny pinpricks of light through the tree line ahead of
her kept grabbing her attention. At first, she thought she

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was seeing things, but the more often she saw them,
the more certain she was that what she was seeing
was real. A row of orange lights equidistant in a line,
definitely man made the complex she was sure of it.
She eased her foot off the gas pedal and directed
the bike toward the side of the road, towards the structure.
The bike slowed even more on its own accord when

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the tire came into contact with the hard packed dirt
and dry grass, their engine revving and back tire kicking
up dust. Conceding defeat, Tilda powered off the engine and
hopped off the bike, gripping the handlebars and guiding the
motorcycle through the brush and away from the road. Once
a decent distance away from the road and hidden by
a line of evergreens, Tilda laid the motorcycle down at

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the base of the trees and out of sight. She
took in her surroundings, thinking maybe she could return if
only she could remember the space. It might be an
option for escape. Madison would like riding on a motorcycle,
she thought. Her body vibrated with cold, the clouds of
her breath catching the light from the moon. Thinking that

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it was something she should do, she retrieved the handgun
from her voice band, holding it loosely in her hand,
the metal cold against her skin. Tilda crept poured toward
the row of lights through thick knotted tree trunks. Tilda
could see pieces of what looked to be a high wall.
Along the top of the wall, hanging lights were mounted,
emitting cool white light. They must have access to a

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lot of resources to power a generator for a complex
populated with a decent number of people. Why hadn't she asked?
How many people they were facing, she thought furiously. A
cracking sound made her start so badly she almost choked
on her sharp intake of breath and winced at the
sudden tensing of sore muscles. She was glad for the
evergreen pine and the cover that it provided. Her footsteps

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muffled by a floor of discarded pine needles instead of
crunching over dead leaves. The wall loomed higher and higher,
as she approached, tread, pulling in her stomach. At its size,
she'd never be able to find Madison and get out quickly.
A flashing light behind her caught her attention. Tilda spun
and whipped her head around and narrowed her eyes, but
couldn't make anything out. She assumed it must be the resistance.

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She didn't have much time. She crouched and quickened her pace,
keeping her gaze trained on the complex. There were not
yet any signs of movement, but she was certainly'd have
people on watch. Her foot slipped on something, and she
just barely refrained, concursing in surprise. Wind Milling with her
arms to keep her balance, Tilda looked around at what
had almost stripped her up. It was a white piece

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of thin metal with blocky black letters, a sign she realized.
In the moonlight she could read ammunition plant, Staff village,
which meant one entrance, most likely, she thought grimly. Reaching
the edge of the tree line ringing the dark metal building,
she stopped and rested her hand on a large tree trunk,
analyzing the front of the building, her breath getting caught

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in her throat when her eyes landed on the silhouette
of a tank parked out front of a large pair
of metal doors. A few other cars, most of them
large and bulky, lined the outer wall. A distant, low
voice grabbed her attention. She froze, eyes wide and searching
for the sores, scrutinizing the space around the tank. Crunching

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footsteps behind her fast approaching sent a spike of nauseating
fear through her. Ever so slowly so as not to
draw attention to herself. She drew her foot back and
rotated to press her back against the trunk of the tree,
facing away from the building. Her breath shallow and movement
painfully controlled. Tilda waited, every fiber of her being on

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edge for a hand to reach out and grab her shoulder,
or for a shout to break the deadly silence. Edd
befallen the woods. There were two of them, Tilda deduced
from what she could hear, and they were coming directly
towards her. Says he saw some lights coming from the
road cars, most likely seeing things I bet or drunk,

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another voice said, growing louder with proximity. Tilda raised her
gun very slowly, her finger trembling on the trigger. She
held her breath maybe, or it could be those resistance tools,
the other argued. They entered into the forest, passing as
shadows between two tree trunks a few down from the
one Tilda was pressed against, so that Tilda could see

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their backs either way. Bos says, to check it out.
I hate night watch duty, the second said, his voice
fading as they moved further into the woods. It's cold
as hell. Tilda exhaled shakily as their backs were cheated,
easing her grip on her gun, finding some difficulty in
getting her hands to relax. Her heart thundering sickeningly, Tilda

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looked around the side of the tree she was hiding behind.
There was no way she could get to the front door,
not without a distraction, which left her with two options,
she reasoned with feverish anxiety. She could follow along the
edge of the building under the cover of the trees
to see if she could find another way in, or
she could cause a distraction herself. Or there was a
third option, she admitted. Turning slowly to face the tank

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with something bordering recklessness, she left the relative sanctuary of
the trees and darted toward the menacing vehicle at a
crouch though she was waiting for it. No voices rang out,
no shots came her way. Her focus tunneled only to
reaching cover as quickly as possible, and the pain of
her injured ankle and side fell away. In her determination.

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She skidded to a halt behind the front cover of
the tank, furthest from the entrance, her back given some
cover by the complex wall. Though she was quite winded,
having not run since sustaining her injuries, she kept her
breath controlled and quiet, very aware that the two men
she'd seen heading off into the woods could be back
at any minute, till the doubt that they'd miss seen
her again. The sounds of shots tearing through the air

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in the woods almost knocked her off her feet, drawing
from her reflexive gasp. Shouting broke out both in the
woods and from within the walls. Tilda could hear movement
from inside, and the main doors opened, several people spilling out,
carrying weapons and running for the woods. In the sounds
of skirmish, Tilda wondered if this was part of the plan.
Arthur Resistance's cover had been blown. Her eyes latched on

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the open entrance doors. A few more people ran out
and Tilda listened intently for any more coming, but she
didn't hear anyone, not close, at least before she'd really
decided on what she should do. She rose to a
half crouch and ran along the wall, trying to block
out the sharp sounds of bullets coming from the darkness,
and paused at the edge of the entrance, listening again,
her gun ready in her hand. With a fortifying breath,

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she slid around the door, her eyes darting to every shape,
assessing any potential threats. The doors opened to a small
courtyard with a cement sidewalk down the center, leading to
the main building. Tilda followed along the edge of the wall,
dropping instinctly behind some crates. When another handful of people
jogged out of the main structure and down the sidewalk
out the open doors, leaving the protection of the walls.

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Tilda waited a few seconds after they'd disappeared before she
continued in the direction they'd come from. The sounds of
gunshots were growing louder. She reached the building and edged
her way along the outside of it, the rough spackled
dry wall, snagging her clothes and her backpack. Stopping outside
the door, she listened and looked straight down the path
of asphalt leading to the gaping mouth of the main

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entrance and into the woods. Tilda tested the handle and
found that it opened easily, so easily that she almost
fell back. Her heart hammered against her rib cage as
she stepped inside to a starkly lit chamber. The white
light absorbed into the dreary gray walls. The room she
found herself in branched off in three directions, a wide

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hallway directly in front of her, and the others perpendicularly
left and right. The door closed behind her her. Now
that she was inside, she could hear muffled sounds of life.
She needed to choose a direction quickly, Madison, where are you?
A sound of something slamming down the hall to her
right made the decision for her. She went left as

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quickly as she dared, looking over her shoulder as she proceeded.
There were so many doors, one after the other on
both sides. She was never going to find him. A
door diagonally cracked open, and til De froze, tensing her
grip on her weapon, but not bothering to raise it.
Knowing the game was up. A woman peeked out between
the pain of the door and its frame, wide, timid

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eyes and scraggly hair. For a moment, they stared at
each other. The woman smaller than Tilda looked at the
gun in Tilda's hands, her brown eyes shifting to the
muffled gunshots coming from outside even closer. Now you're her,
the woman whispered, I recognized you. Tilda didn't say anything,

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waging a fear in her debate about whether or not
to run for it or to shoot her before she
could raise the alarm. You're looking for him, the woman
continued in a hushed voice, glancing up and down the hallway,
unaware of Tilda's in her conflict. Madison that brought all
of Tilda's thoughts to a screeching halt. You know where
he is, she whispered back, urgently, not bothering to deny

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her claim. The woman hesitated, the silence punctuated by bullets
and shouting. The petite woman, her face painted with anxiety,
again looked up and down the hall before focusing on Tilda.
I'll get in trouble. Tilda, her sole attention on the
person in front of her, whispered, please please. Tears collected

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in the corner of her eyes, but she didn't care.
For several tent seconds, the woman observed Tilda, and Tilda
held her gaze, silently, pleading with her to relent distantly.
Another door slammed. These are barracks, the woman told her,
indicating the hallway they were in and the hallway to
the right, and Tilda waited every part of her screaming

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the center hallway. The woman continued, the supplies conference rooms
in medical. They're keeping Madison in medical at the very
end of the hallway on the right. Tilda was moving
before she'd even finish, but she stopped when the woman
called softly, wait, there will be people guarding him. They
won't let him go easily. Tilda looked at the woman,
seeing naked worry on her face, she nodded and said

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simply thank you. Tilda turned away, catching only the determined
nod the woman gave her in response. Cries and sounds
of fighting now sounded as though they were right outside,
and galvanized Tilda forward. She wasted no time in turning
down the main hallway and jogging down it, her gun
hanging loosely in her hands. She heard movement behind her,
and she jerked around in time to see yet another

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group of more heavily armed men run into the center
room and out the main doors. Tilda had no time
to worry that they might see her. Her eyes rode
from door to door, reading the signs. The hallway stretched
on and on. Though she could see the end, she
didn't feel like she was getting any closer. The door
opened on her right, and Tilda dropped automatically, drawing her gun,

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pulling the trigger on reflex, her mouth falling open in
horror as the body collapsed in front of her. Her
thoughts were fuzzy, but she righted herself and fumbled into
her side pocket, pulling out the round plastic globe that
had been labeled smoke bomb, not pausing to question her actions.
As a door near the end of the hallway opened,
she pulled the pin and tossed it, white smoke immediately

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filling the hallway with a loud, hissing sound, giving her
just enough time to make out the angry tattooed face,
slacked with surprise but tightening as it transformed into anger.
Tilda sprinted into the smoke, keeping her steps as light
as possible as the white fox whirled around her. She
could hear the heavy footfalls of boots barreling toward her.
Tilda ducked down and pressed herself to the wall as

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the footsteps approached. I'm going to find you, the man
shouted in the space just in front of her, swinging
his arms out as he looked for her, trying to
clear the smoke. Tilda crept by and across the hall,
tracing her hands along the wall as she moved forward,
breathing in quick pants. The smoke in front of her
twisted and mushroomed out. As the door opened again and

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another body entered the hallway, Tilda froze, pressing herself against
the wall as the silhouette of the body stalked past her.
Where are you, it whispered, the question, fluttering and the
diminishing fog. A lump of tension in Tilda's throat made
it hard for her to breathe. There in the courtyard,
a voice shouted from the front entrance, and the body

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ran away from Tilda. She snuck along the wall, squinting
in the wake of the smoke, and up the hallway
to the entrance. Her fingers came upon a door frame.
The same door the two men had emerged from the
final door on the right. Tilda adjusted her hold on
her handgun and fiddled for the handle, the smoke now
only drags. With a deep breath, Tilda pulled the handle

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downwards and the door swung open, and Tilda crept inward
into a white medical room equipped with two rows of cots,
all of them empty, the door shutting behind her and
casing her in darkness. A fleeting thought that the woman
had lied to her was quickly banished when she spotted
a wide window on the far end of the long
room and another door. Tilda made a bee line for

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the door, keeping her body low. Her heart almost stopped
completely when she saw a wide eyed Madison sitting stiffly
on a small cot, his solemn eyes looking through the window,
and a large man standing next to him. Her finger
found the trigger of its own accord as she stalked
towards the doorway, not thinking of anything else but her son.

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Like a snake, her arm struck out, snapping down the
door handle, and Tilda stormed in, rising from her crouch
and aiming her gun at the man next to her son,
whose face registered a stun surprise. She could see out
of the corner of her eye. The man started to
raise his own weapon, a shotgun, a f frantic weight
escaping from his lips, Tilda fired, hitting him square in

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the chest. His mouth formed an oh, his eyes almost
instantly losing their light as he fell to his knees,
revealing Madison behind him, whose huge, childlike eyes were gleaming
with tears. Her ears ringing, Tilda tore her gaze away
from the body's blade on the floor and fastened it
on her son. She stumbled forward, her arms outstretched and tentative,

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the gun loose in her right hand. You're life, Madison whispered,
tears streaming down his cheeks. You came for me, she found.
She couldn't say anything in return. Instead, she wrapped her
arms around his thin shoulder blades and pressed a kiss
to his temple. Though she wanted nothing more than to
hold him to cherish this moment, She whispered in his ear.

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We have to get out of here. Okay. She pulled back,
pressing her forehead against his. His eyes strayed to the
body prone on the floor. Stick close to me, okay,
he whispered back. And that brings us to part one

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of our big finale. Get ready for part two. It's
already recorded. Just Christina is going to put in the
magic you know, yes, and I'm very excited to talk
about it. But we got our reunion. Tilda has found Madison. However,
they are not out of the woods yet. There is
a lot of danger left for them, and a lot

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of things are going to have to overcome to get
out of the situation they're currently in. A couple of things.
I just want to note when I was looking back
over this, it was very purposeful that I chose the
town christian Burgh as this final place where they have
this confrontation. I can't recall specifically, but I remember I

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looked up every as I've said, I looked up like distances,
I looked up towns, I looked up what the town
was known for, what the structures were in the town.
So I could be wrong and things could definitely have changed,
but I'm pretty sure this is accurate. But I did
specifically choose it though for the name, because so much
of this is about like escaping these religious ideas, escaping

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arm who has imposed their belief system on the entire
country and in fact, on all of humanity, and has
basically killed human They're dying out there is this still
there's hope, but they were willing to let humanity die,
and so that was very purposeful. We're going to get

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into this more later, so you see some of it
in this first part, but there's definitely some things that
I'm like, oh, I've internalized what a bad guy looks like.
So so, for instance, the tattooed guy like, oh no,
which is funny because I wrote this after I got
my tattoo. Anyway, I didn't know if anybody from this

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town can give us. I didn't even know if anybody
from this town has actually do you listen. I need
to find one person. Is Davy Crockett really from there?
Because that's what the sign says. Yeah, please let us know,
Please let us know. I am going to talk more
about a lot of this in the next chapter. But

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I did, as mentioned, I had a motorcycle. I also
similarly had no experience the first time I wrote it,
and I did crash it into a car and I
have scar from it. But I think the way the
reason I keep getting stuck is I'm pretty sure most
motorcycles don't work like the one I had do and
I know that, and so it's giving me some dissonance.

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But mine I had it when I was in China
was it had foot pedals and a lot of them
I know are up here with your hands, so just
be aware, I know, I know. Also the red truck
in here, like call out to the red truck is
specifically my dad's red truck, and that's because it got

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two trees fell on top of it when Hurricane I
even came through and it was completely destroyed, and I
just remember thinking about how crumpled it was and glass everywhere.
So it was just an image I had really strongly
in my head. Also, I probably don't need to say this,
but this is very clearly a video game chapter. This
is like your combat, your stealth scene. You've got like

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smoke bombs, like damn, yeah, this is the finale. This
is of a video game final Yeah yeah, but I
remember it so clearly, like I can visualize this in
my head as I was reading back over it. I
remember what this looks like to me, which is interesting.

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But yes, okay, well you have a one more parts.
We're gonna wrap this up, hopefully in the next bit,
but until then, I would love to hear any thoughts
about it, Christina, thank you so much, always amazing and yeah,
any suggestions for things we can do in this kind

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