Silence Before The Storm

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"Help daddy!"
Dean awoke startled, and hyperventilating. It was back to back nightmares each night. Losing more sleep than the next night before. Everyday became more foggy than the next. It was as if his body was left on autopilot. Everyone had their own unique way of coping with their losses but for him, he couldn't seem to find the right way. Every time he shut his eyes he only saw the head of the ax being swung toward his five year old's head, before those damned things took advantage of her body before his eyes. The only thing he remembered was a blur and being held back by two other survivors who dragged him along with them. It doesn't take much for someone to give up on their heart.
Wiping his face over with his hands he got dressed into his beanie, parka coat, and sweatpants before making his way outside. It was barely the crack of dawn, he could vaguely make out two  people on watch waiting to be relieved. At least putting himself to do something would keep him awake. Reaching the top, he wasn't much surprised to see Demi, and Carter. They often took watches together, yet the part he found funny was that you would never see them together besides when they were on watch.
"I'm up. You guys should go get some rest before you collapse." Dean murmured as he kept his hands in his pockets. He looked over at the psychos just across the ocean by the land. They were disgusting. His hatred for them burned within his gaze. Sometimes, like most, he would cease his hatred to wonder whether the little inch of humanity still lingered somewhere deep within their minds. Then he remembered.
It wasn't long before the piece of shits spotted them on the beacon and began to snarl like savage animals and jumped into the icy water in attempt to swim over only to be carried away by the current. 

Demi had sat up as soon as she saw the savages but relaxed as she noticed Dean hadn't really found it a threat. It was hell sitting up so high overnight barely shielded from the freezing winds. It was partially why she huddled up with her partner throughout the night when she was on watch.  Getting to her feet she climbed down from the beacon. Similar to everyone else, she came alone but something was so wrong. She was traumatized. All she ever felt was anger and the need to lash out at anyone who bothered her. She completed her duties everyday. Hell, she probably did more than others around her but she would never bring that up. As far as the leaders were concerned, she was too small to be of anyone's use. 
Since the death of one of their strongest members, Craig, the fucking dirtbag of the two leaders, have been picking on the weakest links. Before, it used to be that only the bravest or strongest would willingly volunteer to go back to mainland and try to return supplies. Often, it was successful but now, they had decided they'd be drawing names. Fucking fantastic. She knew she wouldn't be so lucky with the drawing tonight. 
She shook her head trying to rid of the thought of having to return to the sex crazed, bloody, sadistic murderers. For now, she just needed rest. 
The frosty ground crunched beneath her as she walked along back to the two buildings. One a barn they had managed to turn into a few individual rooms  with hammocks, and clothing lines with blankets over them for privacy, and the house was pretty much use for medical, or whoever had gotten there first.
Demi entered her own little space and shut her eyes when she laid on the bed. She was so tired she couldn't sleep. Maybe it was because she was worried.  No. She was never worried about things like this.

Demi scrabbled up the side of the boat as she was hauled in and panted lightly glancing at her. "Thank you." She looked over at the freaks and glared at them as they began to laugh and wave their weapons excitedly. "Fuckers!" She shouted.

"Hey enough." Dean scowled. "Don't set them off again." He shook his head. After an hour, they finally arrived on land. After a few gunshots they cleared the area and were in a small snowy village. "Well shit." He murmured.

Carter followed close to Dean unintentionally as they moved forward.

"None of you have ever been married?" Dean went along scavenging through a few houses filling bags with supplies.

"No. Boyfriends here and there, never serious." Demi responded as she scavenged as well.

Petra remained quiet as they looked through the houses, shoving a few things into her own bag as they went along.

Carter shook her head and searched around as well.

"And you two?" Dean questioned as he walked into the houses they were exploring.

Demi followed and finished up in the house then looked over as she heard some footsteps. Before she could notice, a knife skimmed her arm cutting it open. "Agh!" She whimpered and reached for her gun.

"I'm sixte-" Carter stopped as Demi cried out in pain.

Petra jumped back, a bit startled by Demi.

Dean hopped out and fired two bullets hitting the thing right in the forehead but looked over in disbelief as two of them on a bike came riding forward in the snow slashing a scythe around while laughing. "Let's go! Move!" He shouted to the girls and began to hike up the snowy hill.

Demi hiked up after Dean holding her wound in pain.

Carter bolted up behind him, going as quickly as her legs would let her.

Petra followed closely behind, glancing back at Demi every so often.

Demi glanced back seeing that they had outrun the bastards and panted heavily before leaning against a tree. She took off her glove to run her hand over the bloody wound and winced. It was deep.

Dean looked over at Demi and her wound and continued walking anyway.

"You aren't going to try to help her?" Carter asked him.

"No she'll live she's fine." Dean responded and glanced back at Demi who was holding her arm in pain and scowled. "Do you really want to hold us up?"

Demi breathed lightly and glanced at Dean with a serious expression and fell silent for a short moment. "I...No." She muttered and trailed along behind them.

"Whatever you say." Carter muttered.

As night began to fall over, Dean stopped at a abandoned warehouse and began a fire in the center to keep them warm as he  set down sleeping bags.

Demi sat down and winced a bit trying to get a view of how bad it was as she sat on her sleeping bag.

"It's not too bad." Carter tried to reassure her.

Petra curled up in her sleeping bag and sighed.

Demi looked over at her and nodded slowly. "Think you should stitch it for me?" She asked gently pushing the first aid kit over.

Dean looked over at the girls curiously then back to the fire.

Carter nodded and began to stitch her up carefully.

Demi exhaled and closed her eyes tightly. "Fuck." She sneered beneath her breath as her face burned with pain.

Carter finished after a few more minutes. "I can take the first watch." She told Dean softly.

Dean looked over at her and slowly nodded. "If you want to." He said and turned over to sleep.

Demi winced and held her upper arm a bit in pain. "Want me to join you?" She offered.

"No it's fine." Carter said. "You need to sleep to get better faster." She said.

Demi looked up at her cautiously then slowly settled down in her sleeping bag and began to fall asleep.

Carter remained awake and stared at the fire, listening closely for any noises.

Demi opened her eyes. "What? Wishing you were back home at the beacon just watching? Feeling safer?" She murmured.

"Go to bed." Carter murmured.

"Why is it that you don't want to talk? It doesn't help."  Demi growled stubbornly. "It's just us like always."