I do not, in any way, profit from this story and all creative rights to the characters belong to their original creator(s).

Please note that this idea has been done plenty of times before, so I'll do my best to make End Game original. I didn't go into full detail about the virus or the zombies, because I wanted to introduce them at the right time.

Author PlayfulxPurple allowed me to use her original character for this story. She's co-writing it with me. Our first chapter is an introduction, so maybe it wont be too bad. Please enjoy.

"Doctor Ackerman. There's someone here asking to speak with you." Djel Sannes – a tall, bright eyed man – said in disapproval. He was a cautious soldier; a loyal and tight lipped veteran of the Military Police. Yet, in the few short years that Camilla had known him, he'd never spoke out in provocation about another person, unless they were affiliated with the Scout Regiment. His tone made her lift a slender brow in interest. Could it be him? She directed her attention to the dark haired man, standing in the doorway of her consultation room and forced a gentle smile.

"I'll be just a few minutes," she replied. "If you don't mind, Sannes, I'd appreciate you taking them to my office. When I'm done here, I'll speak with them." Her bright eyes noted the look that flashed across his face; nose creased and thin eyebrows pulled down in disgust. This nearly made her laugh, but in regard she stilled her enjoyment.

Djel nodded in agreement, despite his irritation and exited the room, leaving Camilla to her work. She gave a short laugh and fixed her green eyes on the man in front of her, resting on the exam table with a scowl on his matured face.

"My apologies for the interruption," Camilla expressed. She tapped her pen against the clipboard on her lap. "Where did we leave off, Mister Kenny?"

The man in question – Kenny, just Kenny – had been a frequent patient of hers for nearly a week now, always requesting an examination despite not actually needing one. He was in fit shape, even if his body was mostly covered in scars; both old and new. She never questioned their stories. Frankly, Camilla had no reason to. She was a doctor first; patient discretion was completely up to him to reveal. Surprisingly enough, however, she found Kenny's silence to be all a part of his uncanny charm.

"Ya get many personal visits 'round her, doc?"

Camilla raised her brow in uncertainty. "Djel … not really. He comes by every once in a while to check in on me." All a part of his trade, she imagined. Not many people dropped in on her, besides the ones with appointments. That's the reason this guest made her feel hopeful – only for a second, before the sad truth sank in.

"Eh … not who I meant," Kenny mumbled in annoyance. "I was referrin' to yer old man; never seen him around."

That's because he never visits. The zealous woman shook her head, feeling a little dejected. She was embarrassed to admit that her stomach had done a flip when the idea entered her shameless mind; Levi coming to see her. How comical that would be. Her eyes nearly teared up.

"He's a real busy man," Camilla assured him, or rather assured herself. Sure he was; Humanity's Strongest – there for everyone but her. She left the conversation at that, forcing another smile. Strange, that Kenny mentioned him. This wasn't the first time. She was beginning to suspect something. "Let's discuss your visit, Kenny. You said you've been feeling a pain in your right shoulder, but I did a few tests; apprehension and relocation, and you didn't react to them in a way that would suggest your shoulder is injured. Maybe you were fibbing a little bit when you said it was urgent?"

The usual ruthless man cracked a smile. Clever brat. "Yea, so I lied; couldn't help it. How else am I going to get yer attention? Been a little hard to get an appointment with ya since the recent outbreak in Trost." He noticed her tan skin flush and laughed brashly. "Don't get me wrong, doc. Yer cute, but I'm married to my job. Besides, what would the brat think?"

So that's it. He was there because of Levi. Camilla wasn't too surprised; her notorious husband had many admirers in addition to many enemies. She just hoped Kenny was not the latter. The interior had it's fair share of those already. "You called him brat; that's so like him. Are you two close?"

"Thick as thieves," Kenny stated. "Imagine how surprised I was to hear that he got hitched. I nearly shat myself laughing. Old coot like me can't take too many shockers; bad for my heart."

Camilla snorted, "You'll manage, I'm sure. On a side note, you're free to leave whenever you are ready. Nothing is wrong as far as your health is concerned, but might I suggest just asking the next time you want to ponder on the past. I'm available for tea most weekends."

"I read ya, doc; loud and clear." Kenny stood with a grunt and rested his bowler hat onto his head. The overcoat he wore in was picked up and tossed lazily over his shoulder. "Tell ya what, next time I come by it'll be because I need ya. Until then let's keep this little heart-to-heart between us. Levi don't need to know about it; the brat will let it get to his head."

"Till then, Mister Kenny." A doctor foremost, Camilla reminded herself. Undeniably she was curious. It was a rare opportunity for her; to speak with someone who had real connections with her husband. She had so much to ask. It bothered her to allow Kenny to leave without at least one question answered, but rules were rules. Camilla heaved a sigh and swept back her long hair; she had more important things to worry about.

Down the corridor, she found Djel Sannes. He was outside her office, brows pulled down in a scowl. I'm surrounded by angry people, Camilla thought with a grin. She released him from his station and opened the door with her name on it, closing it gently behind her. Directly her green eyes located the person in the room – Erwin Smith. She was surprised.

"Commander … this is unexpected." He scared her, staring with a smile on his face. She forgot to raise her hand in a salute. "What do I owe the pleasure, sir?"

"Close the blinds. We have much to discuss," Erwin ordered, excusing her. He wasn't worried about her lack of respect for his position. This was much too important. Erwin waited patiently to clarify until the room was secure. "We did it, we finally did it."

"Did what? I don't understand why you're here." Camilla was confused. She hadn't seen Erwin in over a year, not since she moved to the interior. It was unusual for him to visit her; again, no one did.

Erwin laughed. "We found it; a person immune to the Titan strain."

Humanity's foothold.