Author's Note: I originally wanted to make this one very long one shot, but I couldn't resist anymore. This is the first Carrie/Handmaid's Tale in existence due to the parallels in regards to religion and abuse. I've been so pissed at Season 4's delay because of this COVID shit and needed a healthy way to vent.

Disclaimer: I don't own Carrie or the Handmaid's Tale

Prologue

She was supposed to be dead...she was alive...but sleeping. From the moment the house caved in on her and her dead Mother, her power sent her into a comatose state to protect her from death.

But by God's grace-literally a coroner named Alexander Grace-she was publicly announced dead and "Carrie White" was cremated. Having witnessed the destruction and the true monsters responsible for all the horrific deaths that night, he kept her alive and hidden, hoping that if God's gift can bring destruction, they can also bring restoration.

For ten years he watched, tended and guarded the slumbering child who seemed not to have aged a day since falling into suspended animation. The undertaker thought the world would never change, but it did, and not for the better. He always wondered what would happen if man had too much power, and it came in the form of Gilead. Such a horrific regime that twisted Christianity, the Bible, and God's name to enslave women. All to solve the nation's fertility crisis. Anything and anyone who doesn't follow "The Word of God", is met with severe consequences, either death, or the Colonies. Speaking as a coroner and an undertaker, he'd prefer death. But thankfully, they overlooked him and allowed him to continue his work.

It's been four years since Gilead was born, fourteen years since she has fallen into slumber. He helped Mayday in their endeavor to destroy this regime, destroying bodies, and granting their brave souls Mercy Pills to save them from an agonizing death, let them die on their own terms. He was at the end of his rope now after he lost contact with Mayday. With the rate things were going for the population, they were never going to survive. Every day he had to watch a Handmaid, a Martha, a Daughter and a Son die within their minds, just barely holding onto their former selves. But no more. Four, no, fourteen years is long enough.