|What Happened After
Author: AbbyCade15 PM
Exactly how many survivors were there in the war? See how they made it! Spoiler-there were more than two survivors!Rated: Fiction T - English - Family/Adventure - Chapters: 15 - Words: 9,852 - Reviews: 26 - Favs: 8 - Follows: 9 - Updated: 05-25-12 - Published: 03-12-11 - id: 6817671
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A/N Hey everyone. This is my first Red Dawn fanfic, and it will definitely have more than one chapter. Please r&r and enjoy!
Disclaimer:Watashi wa jibun no yūsha o okonau (I don't own Red Dawn)
Erica-Looking Through the Window
I stared out the window of my bedroom. The war had been over for a few weeks now, but I never forgot all the people I had met. Jed, Aardvark, Robert, Danny, Matt. Matt, I couldn't stop thinking about my promise to him.
"We're all that's left. Somebody's gotta live, somebody's gotta make it!" Matt told me and Danny. "Me and Jed, we're all used up."
I thought I was going to explode. "No," I cried. I flung myself at Matt and hugged him. After all we'd been through, I didn't want him to go. I never wanted to let anyone go ever again.
"I'm never gonna forget," I said. "As long as I live! I'll never forget."
Matt looked at me. "Don't. Don't forget," he said. I started crying again.
Danny came over to us. "Matt," he started. "You're never gonna know who won."
Matt looked at him. "Who will?"
That was the last time I ever saw him. After the Colonel's death, I thought I'd never cry over anyone again. But I was wrong. The Colonel said something to me I'd never forget.
"Where did you meet your wife?" I had asked him. We sat and watched the boys play football as we talked.
"You really wanna know this stuff?" He asked me.
I giggled a yes.
"I met her at a closet at a party. Couldn't stand her at first, but then, later, loved her so much it hurt."
"Still love her like that?" I asked.
He never got to answer because Matt called in, "Hey, you quitters playin or what?"
"No!" I shouted back. I was still upset over our little tussle at the campfire.
Matt waved us away. "Fine," he mumbled.
I had always thought that that was an omen. I couldn't stand Matt at first, but, once I cried so hard over him leaving, I realized I loved him more than I thought I ever would.
I remembered the night of my promise. He had slipped something into my hand before he left to the camp. I had opened it to find a stick he had whittled. It had my name carved into it. There it was, in the middle, 'Erica'. I turned it over, and there was another word,'Wolverine'.
Oh, Matt. Where can you be?