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    Planet Terror: Hell Breaks Loose

     

    “My girlfriend’s having a baby.” Bette said proudly.

     

    Kit’s eyes widened. “That’s great.” She said cautiously. Bette’s face fell.

     

    “Don’t you think same-sex parents can and should raise children?” Bette asked Kit.

     

    Kit and Catherine looked at one another totally surprised. “Bette…” Kit began slowly, like she was talking to a child. “I certainly do think that same-sex parents can raise and should raise children, but I think there are other things to be worried about. Where is she going to give birth? What if those goddamn motherfuckers come after us? Where is she anyway—how is she doing?” Kit and Bette and Catherine walked back toward the car.

     

    Catherine nodded toward the jeeps. “One of our doctors is with her.” Kit craned her neck to look, just as Helena began screaming again.

     

    “BETTTTTTE!!!”

     

    Bette, looking terrified, and ran ahead to the jeep.

     

    “Baby, baby, I’m here. I’m sorry. I just had to talk to Kit.” Bette wiped sweaty hair from Helena’s forehead.

     

    The doctor was certain that although Helena had had a few contractions, this may not be real labor. In the 24 hours that they had been traveling, Helena had slept for much of the time.  The baby was stressed and Helena’s body could take no further strain. At this point, they were prepared as a group to protect Helena at all costs. Their single minded focus ensured that none of the infected whom they met along the way presented any problems. They made cooking fires efficiently and quickly, and shared food and water well enough that no one became exhausted from the constant travel. They were taking care of one another and in doing so, willing the new being on the way to be all right as well.

     

    Bette had become a bit loopy and giddy over the arrival of the baby, but Catherine and Dylan kept her under control for the most part. They had allowed her to change the route, but beyond that, they were in charge.

     

    No one blamed Bette for Robert’s death. Everyone was certain that they would have accepted a similar fate for a similar mistake.

     

    Dylan, feeling much better after her bout of food poisoning had finally passed, walked up to Catherine to strategize around organizing the new camp ground.

    Comments

    1. Nice try, Alice, but you’re just not the leader type. Psycho Jenny terminating her creator was a neat bit of poetic justice. Planet Terror is shaping up to be a classic page-turner, and at the heart of it are two deeply sympathetic characters. Helena’s nightmare had better be displaced anxiety and not a hint of things to come!

    2. Damn! That was at turns hilarious (Goddess & She, IC, Jenny), sad, and completely terrifying. This story is just bloody fantastic… you’ve always got me on the edge of my seat, you make me crow with laughter, and you’ve made me really like and care about Bette and Helena together. I don’t have enough thumbs to put up to relay how great I think this story and your writing is. Anyway, post the next soon, helebette. Thanks!

    3. That Jenny is one tough critic. I wonder if she can take it as well as she can dish it out? But there must still be beauty left in this nightmarish world if she find the one for her, another label-lover.

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