Hello again everyone. Yes I know its been awhile but I have been busy and writers block has set in all round, but I have somehow managed to get a chapter up for Winters' apocalypse and I hope you enjoy it. please read and review, I really would like to know what you think of the story or if doing ok or if I should just stop writing all together. Anyway as I said before I hope you enjoy it.

Why would Vault-Tec put them in those chambers, why was she even in a vault. Elsa clutched her head in pain shacking it back and forth as to many memories tried to come back all at once, the sheer sensory overload nearly caused her to blackout. Deep Breathes marine, deep breaths. Leaning against a cryo-pod she closed her eyes trying reign in her memories. She remembered being dropped off at the airport after leaving the base, she was able to get on a flight home to Boston.

Elsa rested her head against the edge of the metal toilet her hand searching for a lever to flush the contents of her stomach away. As the vacuum sucked the vomit down into the bowels of the plane she rinsed her mouth with water and splashed her face before staring at the marine in the mirror. Could she be a mother? She had done so many terrible things, killed so many people, seen friends and family blown apart. Could hands that are so used to cradling a rifle cradle a baby, change diapers instead of magazines, drive a car to a school instead of a tank into a battlefield. Her life was changing. Feeling that her stomach had finally settled she unlocked the door and walked down the aisle back to her seat squeezing past air hostesses and other passengers, it was times like these she really did prefer military transports. Finding her way back to her seat which was thankfully an aisle seat she sat and replaced her seat belt before leaning back into her seat and passed out for the remainder of the flight home.



Elsa looked around and all she saw was white. A cold breeze blew over her from the west, it no longer had an effect like it used to. The cold didn't bother her now. Echoes of gunfire could be heard in the distance along with the screams of dying men. They too no longer bothered her. They say war is hell but if the bible is correct then it sounds like a nice place for some r and r. Checking over her rifle she began trudging through the snow towards the carnage. Her thoughts turned to her family's ranch into the Mojave where spent hours working next to her mother and father caring for cows, tinkering with anything she could get her hands on and hunt with her father. Smiling to herself she looked at the rifle in her hands. Her father had taught her everything he knew and he knew a lot. It was the only reason she was currently holding a .308 sniper rifle than an assault rifle. As the horrific sounds got closer Elsa's fear began to rise. Anyone who said they didn't fear battle was lying, everyone did it was just natural but you just had to hide it and get on with the job. As she neared the battle a single shot rang out in the frozen tundra and an agonising shooting pain pierced Elsa abdomen. Looking down she saw blood dripping down and staining the pure white snow. She fell to her knees clutching her stomach looking around trying to find the sniper. In the distance, she saw a shimmer of a figure moving towards her until it was only ten meters away. The shimmer shifted and the illusion disappeared revealing a man wearing a skin-tight diving suit of sorts with an orange visor that curved backwards from the chin to the back of the head. And was connected to the suit on all sides. She knew what this thing was. A crimson dragon. The figure raised the rifle in his hands and took aim at the wounded marine. Elsa knew this was her end.



Elsa's eyes shot open to find herself back on the plane. Looking around she saw many of the passengers sleeping as night had descended upon them. She looked towards the window to see where their where but the fat businessman in the seat next to her was very hard to see over. Finally giving up trying to climb mount Everest Elsa relaxed back in her seat adjusting her uniform so the belt wasn't digging into her baby. Her baby. She still couldn't believe she was pregnant.



Elsa Snapped back to the present, her free flew down to her midsection trying to feel for any signs of pregnancy. Rational thought began to take over as her gaze fell upon the skeleton and the cryo-pods, clearly, she had been in that thing for some time and she doubted that they would have allowed her in there if she was pregnant. Oh no then where's her baby. She began looking around in a mad panic for her child. Tears began forming in her eyes, she couldn't find her child anywhere. She had to stop and think. Remember. She had family in Boston. A husband.

It wasn't long after she woke that the plane landed at Boston airport. Duffle bag slung over her shoulder she walked out the terminal smiling at the silhouette of the Boston skyscrapers against the pale light of the full moon. Her apartment that she shared with her husband wasn't far away, five miles at the most. Just a good stretch of the legs. Her smile faltered at the thought of her husband Hans. They had met in Boston not long after she had got back from Alaska. Back then she was broken. She jumped at every bang, shout or clap and would wake up feeling the freezing cold wing brush her face. Then she met him. Bumped into each other at a local coffee shop causing him to spill his coffee down him but instead of shouting at her or make her pay for the coffee and dry cleaning he just stared at her with a twinkle in his eye before asking her if she would like to join him at his table. His voice was soft and warm and his smile made Elsa swoon and for that one moment, she was whole again. Back then they had been madly in love but now... She loved Hans but just wasn't in love with him. In fact, the night she got pregnant was the first time that they had, had sex in a long time. It didn't help the that she was posted away a lot of the time and when she was home he had to work late on a project of some sort for CIT.



Elsa's smile returned when she thought about her wedding day. She remembered walking down the aisle of the old north church dressed in a form-fitting white dress clinging to roger's arm. Her father was too ill even be out of hospital but still made it to her wedding. He gave Roger permission to walk Elsa down the aisle in his stead which the army captain did with pride and honour in his military no.1's. Standing at the altar was Hans in a very expensive looking tuxedo with his best friend to his left flank who oddly enough was a marine she knew well. Both them wrote their own vows and Elsa crying at the end of them and when the priest said those final words Hans took his bride in his arms leaned her back and kissed her with a furious passion. She was pretty sure that every marine in the church wolf whistle or made some rude comment. Marines. She genuinely surprised when she didn't get pregnant after the at night with all the... Well, you get the idea. Things were great for the first years of married life but as she began to be deployed away more and more and his projects at CIT became longer and longer and a canyon opened up between them growing bigger over the years. She stood outside the apartment building looking up at their home. Placing a hand on her midsection she looked down.

"Well baby, it's time to meet daddy."

She slammed her fist into a cryo-pod door cursing her memory. She was getting nowhere. Taking even more deep breaths, she relaxed once more. She looked around the cryo chamber once again but still, she came up with nothing. She was about to give up when and let another memory take her when she noticed the letters WI on the cryo-pod across from hers. Kneeling in front of it she began to wipe away the ice that covered the rest of the writing revealing who the occupant was.

SUBJECT: CF0012

WINTER, INDUN



It was her mothers.

Well there you have it. hope you enjoyed it and please review.