Author's Note Part 1: Hm… Probably gonna get a lot of hate for this story… Ah, who cares? I haven't seen a story like this one in this category, so I guess that I'll be the first. Actually, I'll be the first to do a lot of stuff that's going to be in this fanfiction, such as a certain pairing, certain "filler" chapters that I will explain more at the end of this chapter, as well as a change to the Green Run crew. For those of you who didn't turn away from this fanfiction as soon as you read the summary, or saw the pairing, I thank you, and here's the timeline: (Note: I'm not going to follow the zombie storyline exactly in terms of the birthdays or the dates for this story. This is because it will allow me to change a few things around such as weapons to use, recent history before the apocalypse, and references that I'll be able to make.)

Timeline:

-The members of the Green Run crew are all 17. (With the exception of Russman, who's going to be 20. I changed this because I'm 17, so I would not be able to write in the mindset of an adult. It's going to be hard enough getting the character's personalities right, as well as writing Russman because he's going to be 20. And I'm having enough trouble trying to write out an adult's personality in my Mass Effect and Dead Space stories.)

-Richtofen blew the earth up on the New Years of 2015. (Aka: January 1st, 2015)

-World governments collapsed a few days after the missiles from moon hit, which led the world to fall into chaos and allowed the dead to easily overwhelm the living.

-People were forced to band together to survive, creating small or large groups. Many of the larger groups ended up dying out due to the need for food and water, and how it had to be distributed amongst said groups, giving all members a minimal amount, while the smaller groups continued to live, when they weren't turned by the zombies, since they distributed the necessities between fewer people.

(Another Important Note: Because of how I'm going to write this story out, it may take a few chapters to actually reach any of the levels from the game. So be warned. (I'll post the chapter number that the game levels start in the summary when I post said chapter into the story in case people just want to skip to that part.)

Chapter 1: A Reunion After 2 Months of Hell

Jack's POV:

"God damn zombie bastards." I growl out, before shooting one of the zombie fucks in the head, splattering its brain across the wall behind it. Luckily, the zombies of this apocalypse seem to use sight or something similar to detect humans. So the echoing sound of the gunshot doesn't make them swarm me. "Definitely better than what the imagination would think of before this whole fuck-fest started." I mutter, continuing on my route. That much was true since most humans imagined zombies in two ways before the present time. The first would be the shambling corpses that you could easily outrun, but would fuck you up if they got a hold of you. The second way that people might see them would be fast as hell, but quite easy to get away from if they grabbed you. The zombies of this apocalypse were like a mix of the two, but despite this, their biggest drawback was that they had a harder time finding humans to turn.

I'm currently wearing black combat boots that cover the lower parts of my blue jeans, which are held up by a black belt with a skull and crossbones symbol on the buckle. I wear a white T-shirt with a black leather jacket covering it, while black, fingerless gloves cover my hands. My face is set in a scowl as I continue walking, my blue eyes hardened by the life that I've been forced to live, and my raven hair is unkempt since I haven't had the free time to style it. Although, to me, the unkempt hair in itself is a style. I also have on a dark green backpack filled with a couple bottles of water, some snacks, as well as my crowbar and a hatchet. I have a shotgun with a strap slung over my left shoulder, and I'm holding onto a six-shot revolver in my right hand.

Let me give you a little background.

I continue down the empty street, peering into houses now and again to check for any survivors that might try to ambush me, or any more of the meatbags that now take up a majority of the world.

Before the outbreak, I was the kid that stayed in the back of the classroom and hardly ever spoke up. The reason for this being my social life. Or rather, my lack thereof. See, when I was young, and I mean young, my father left my mother and I. Ever since then, my life has been a bit difficult. My mom took the absence of my father hard, and began to try and drown her sorrow in alcohol. It seemed to work, but the side effects weren't very good. Most of the time she would be off in her own world, and forget to eat or do anything necessary for us. So, I ended up having to take charge of the house. I guess the positive side is that she didn't become the violent type of drunk. Because if she had, I have a feeling that I would have been blamed for my father walking out on us, even if it wasn't true.

I got my first "job" at the age of six, mowing the yards around the neighborhood for a few dollars per hour. After that, I moved on to raking leaves for the same people during the fall, and shoveling their snow during the winter. All of this allowed me to pay for a small education, and get the food and drinks that were necessary for me and my mom to keep going. Life continued on this way for a while, myself doing all sorts of odd jobs to get money to pay for the taxes, food, drinks, my education, as well as some odds and ends for myself with any extra money that I earned.

I stop walking in front of a convenient store, before slowly making my way inside. As I walk through the store, I pull out my crowbar in case I need to smash a couple more heads, or break open something for more materials. I manage to grab a few lighters, some bottled water and a few bags of chips before I run into a zombie. It notices me at the same time that there's a crowbar swinging into its head. The skull crumples in on itself, the blood and brain matter splattering across the shelves as the body falls limply to the ground. I glare down at the corpse, before looking up and noticing a doorway. I smirk at my luck, and walk over to open it. When I pull on the handle it doesn't budge, revealing that it's locked. When I realize this, I take the crowbar, and place it in the crack between the door and wall. I push, and a few seconds later the door is forced open slightly. I open it the rest of the way, and walk into the room behind it.

When I entered middle school, some things changed. Instead of being completely ignored by everyone, I was targeted because I tried to separate myself from everyone. I would constantly be cornered, beaten up, have my money taken, get shoved into lockers and more. This continued up through high school as well, and yet nobody seemed to notice, because nothing was done. I'm lucky that I learned to take no more than a few dollars to school per day, otherwise me and my mom might have been living on the streets.

I deflate slightly when I notice that it's just a closet, and turn around to walk out. However, before I can make it out of the door, I hear a moan come from behind me. I quickly whirl around, only to see one of the walking corpses right in my face. I don't have the time to bring anything out to use against it, and it pushes me to the ground. I fall onto my back, the corpse falling on top of me, and I'm forced to hold back its head as it snaps its teeth together, trying to rip a piece of my flesh from my body. As I berate myself for such a stupid action of not bothering to check the rest of the store for the meatbag before entering the closet, I manage to force my foot between the two of us, and push the undead fucker away. I scramble to my feet, picking up the six-shot from the floor as I do so, since I'd dropped it when I fell to the ground, and embed a bullet between the meatbag's eyes. I pant slightly from the experience, before straightening up and checking my ammo count for the hand gun.

"Damn. Three shots left. I've got to find a gun shop around here somewhere." I mutter, closing the gun again before holstering it and bending down to pick up my crowbar. "That or I've got to find someone else to get through this fucking apocalypse with." I continue, before walking through a few more aisles, grabbing medical supplies, a few matches, as well as some cloth. As I make my way out of the store, I notice a horde of zombies down the street, and rush to hide behind a mail box. When I reach the makeshift blockade, I notice that they're crouched over something. As I look closer, I notice that it's a body. And it was only recently killed. "Damn. I feel bad for whoever that was." I mutter, lowering my head. "Although if he was some kind of mugger or rapist… I guess karma finally caught up with 'em." I continue, before making my way down the street slowly, making sure to stay out of the small group's eyesight. I make it to an alleyway, and duck into it.

Then, the apocalypse happened. At the time that it officially started, I was being cornered once again by the school's bullies, when everyone noticed three bright lights in the sky. Everyone followed them until they struck the planet. And then, everyone was blinded by the flash of light that followed. I remember feeling the earth trembling, hearing the resounding explosion even though it happened over fifty miles away, and then nothing as I was flung from my place by a wall, and got knocked out when the back of my head was thrown into the bricks of a different wall a few feet away.

When I see that there aren't any meatbags around, and that the alleyway leads to another street, I let out a sigh of relief, and slowly start to make my way towards it. When I pass by a garbage pile, it suddenly explodes outwards, and I'm pushed against the wall. I'm slightly dazed, and the only thing that makes me focus again is the feeling of cool metal being pressed against the side of my head. I focus on the blurry figure in front of me, before it comes into view. It's a Caucasian skinned male, approximately 24, and he has a scowl on his face, as well as eyes that are wide with fear, constantly looking around for any signs of the zombies. The fact that his clothes have multiple stains and tears shows me that this guy hasn't been doing too well since the apocalypse began.

"Well-well-well. What do we have here, some little fucking kid walking all alone?" He asks me rhetorically in a quick voice, even though I'm 17, before he pushes the handgun against my head a little harder. "Here's how it's gonna go kid. You're gonna give me all the stuff that you have, and then you're gonna leave. Just walk away, and go die by those undead motherfuckers somewhere." He continues. But I just continue to stare into his eyes for a second, before narrowing my eyes into a glare.

"No." I tell him.

"What was that you little fucker? I have a fucking gun! And if you don't want me to put a fucking bullet, in your goddamn fucking brain, you're going to fucking give me all of your shit, and then fucking walk away!" He yells at me, not noticing the shadow that had appeared at the end of the alleyway. I just continue to glare.

"No." I repeat. Now the mugger is furious.

"Alright you little shit! You want to act fucking cocky?! Well then let's see where that fucking cockiness of yours, is going to fucking get you!" He yells, completely focused on me and not the shape that's now running towards him with an unholy yowl. Just as he starts to pull the trigger, the shadow leaps onto him, and sends him to the ground. He lets out a shocked yell, before it changes into a pained scream as the zombie begins to eat at his flesh. I push myself off the wall, before walking away. As I do so, I look over my shoulder at the dying man.

"If you're gonna threaten someone, make sure that they can't tell that the gun's safety is on. Or that it's empty." I tell him with a matter-of-fact voice, before I continue on to the exit, not looking back at the human being that didn't even deserve to live. As I exit, I notice that across from the alleyway is a car that seems like it isn't too badly damaged. It's a black Camaro, which also happens to be a convertible if the black cloth roof is any indication. It has blue rally stripes going down the middle, and the only damage is a few scratches and dents on the side. I try to open the door, and find that it's unlocked. When I sit down in the driver's seat, I notice that the inside is fine. But the keys aren't in the ignition. I look around for them, putting my backpack in the back seats, before I finally find them on top of the sun visor. This is a shock to me, seeing as I'd expect them to be on one of the freakbags wandering around town, but put it off as karma giving me something good after all the shit I had to put up with until now. I start up the car, taking notice that the gas is about halfway gone, before I push down on the pedal and shoot down the street. I start grinning like a maniac as I drive, taking care to dodge past all the rubble, cars, and zombies so that I don't damage the hood of the car and, by extension, the engine. Finally, I manage to get to the edge of the city, the zombie hordes thinning as I get further and further away from the highly populated area.

When I woke up after blacking out, I saw that the earth was ruined. There were pools of lava all around with the ground a scorched black, and the buildings everywhere either reduced to rubble, or had chips and cracks all over them. I checked my home first, finding that it had collapsed in on itself and was nothing more than a burning inferno. I allowed myself a few minutes of grief when I realized that my mom probably hadn't made it out, before I started on my new life. I managed to find a hatchet and a crowbar in the still-standing garage first, using them against the meatbags and to open safes, before finding the backpack in a convenient store, and then the six-shot revolver in a gun store. Getting the shotgun was harder though. I ended up getting that when the barrel was pointed at me, and I was forced to take my first human life with the revolver.

As I pass the sign announcing that I was exiting the city, I allow a small, grim smile to cross my face. Next stop? Anywhere. The world's already fucked as it is. I think to myself grimly, before continuing on my way.

I stop at a gas station along the highway to fill the Camaro, and end up having to bash in a few heads before its done filling up. I'll admit, I was surprised to find that the gas stations were still functioning, but I wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth. After all, I'd have to say that so far, lady fortune was smiling down on me, and so far this was all karma for everything that I had to put up with before, and during the apocalypse. Once that was done, I continued heading towards wherever it is that I'm gonna end up. As I continue to drive along the highway, I start to think about where I'm going to spend the night since the sun is starting to set. And just to add to my already good list of things that karma has given me, I notice a road that branches off from the highway, before branching off yet again on a dirt road that leads towards a fairly small farmhouse.

I turn off the highway, onto the main road, then the dirt road, before I drive up to the house in front of the porch. I shut off the engine, place the keys in my pocket, grab my backpack, and try the front door of the farmhouse. Luckily, it's unlocked and I'm able to walk into the house without a problem. Suddenly, I notice the flash of metal in the air, and only just manage to bring up my hatchet to knock aside the knife that was flying through the air at me. As its deflected away, I suddenly feel a force against my stomach, and I fall to the ground with my backpack falling off, and my hatchet flying out of my hand, landing a few feet away.

When my head hits into the ground, I'm disoriented for the second time today, and my vision blurs. Then, I feel a slight weight on my stomach, before I feel cold steel press against my throat. "Now, what's a pretty boy like you doing on this here farm?" I hear a female voice ask, although it sounds slightly familiar. Especially with the southern drawl that she has… But since my vision is still blurred, I can't see who it is. So, I do the logical thing in the situation. I answer the question truthfully.

"I was looking for a place to spend the night away from those meatbags. Didn't know there was already someone else here." I croak out, mindful of the knife pressed to my throat, with myself having no way of defending against it. The feeling of steel against my flesh lessens when I say this.

"Well then, it looks like we have similar goals." The voice says. I slightly nod, not wanting to make the steel dig into my major arteries in my neck and kill me. Then, my vision starts to clear up, and I let out a loose chuckle as I see who it is.

"Okay, really? We have got to stop meeting with me being on the sharp end of your knife." I say with a smile to the girl, more like a woman, who's currently straddling me. She returns it, before getting up from on top of me, and offering me her hand. I gladly accept, taking a better look at her as I stand. She's currently wearing her signature green and white trucker's hat, covering her brown hair that's tied into a pony-tail through the hole in the back of the hat. She has on a red, plaid shirt that covers most of her steel black bra, but is tied just beneath said bra, leaving plenty of her Caucasian skin uncovered, which shows the few cuts that are present on her stomach. She also wears long, faded blue jeans that have occasional rips in them, and are held up by a brown belt that has magazine pouches on it. The blue jeans are partially covered by the brown combat boots she wears that almost reach her knees. Along with all this, she wears her brown workers gloves. This is Abigail Briarton, though she prefers Misty.

"But then it wouldn't be as interesting." She counters with that sly smile of hers. I just smirk at the comment and shake my head in exasperation before grabbing my stuff and walking back into the house, locking the door with the key that's hanging on the wall beside it. When I turn around to face Misty, I notice that she's moved over to the couch and sat down, before putting on an actual serious face. "I thought that you might have already been one of them." She tells me seriously, which is a surprise since she doesn't really act serious a whole lot. Although, with the state of the world, I can understand why she's acting like that. I walk over, and sit down beside her, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder as she looks down at her glove covered hands.

"Well I'm not. And now that we've met up, we have a bigger chance of surviving this whole cluster-fuck." I tell her. She looks up and stares at me for a minute, before nodding in agreement. I take my hand off her shoulder, and lean back on the couch. "So, how have you been holding up during this shit storm?" I ask her. After that, we go on to share tales. I tell her about what's happened during my travels, and she tells me how she had faired. I felt bad when I heard that her father was killed by the meatbags since I'd met the guy, and he was definitely nice. But, I was happy that at least she had survived through the ordeal.

You're probably wondering how it is that I know Misty. Well, the first time that I met her was when I was about twelve, and heard the sound of something moving around in my garage. I had gone to investigate it, holding a shovel as a makeshift weapon in case it was something that needed to be dealt with, and when I opened the door I was met by the sharp blade of a knife. After getting introductions out of the way, as well as the knife, Misty told me that she had run away from home, and we ended up having a discussion about it. In the end, Misty left to go back home after I talked it into her, and we had kept in touch up until the outbreak hit. Sometimes one of us going to visit the other. Although, it was mainly myself visiting her house, and if she came to visit me, we ended up going out to some place to waste time, since I didn't really want her to be in the house while my mom was drunk. In all honesty, I had started to fall for her over that time, but I wasn't sure how she felt, and I didn't feel like ruining the friendship that we had already established. Although, if she were the one to ask me to be her boyfriend… Well, I'm sure you'd be able to guess my answer.

Later that night, I'm lying awake in bed. Why am I awake you may ask? Well, it could be because I'm in the middle of a zombie apocalypse… No, that's not it. I've had plenty of nights where I've been able to sleep soundly for at least a few hours. Maybe it's because I've finally met up with a childhood friend during this cluster-fuck? Well, that's definitely part of it. But the main reason is because not only did I meet up with her… But now we're sharing a bed for the night. Don't even bother asking why, she somehow talked me into it. And the worst part is that she'd taken off her gloves, boots, socks, hat and plaid shirt, while I'd taken off my jacket, fingerless gloves, boots, socks and T-shirt. This meant that she was shirtless, only wearing her undergarments, bra, and pants, and I was only wearing my pants and undergarments. Now, I'm no muscle junkie. Instead, I have a more athletic build. The need to run from hordes of zombies, and climb walls to escape them just made the muscles that I had before the outbreak from free running all the more pronounced. The fact that I like Misty doesn't help the situation that I'm in, it just makes it worse. As I continue to lie there, I feel the bed shift a little. I turn to my left and see Misty staring back at me with her brown eyes, and blink my own in surprise. "Hey." I mutter to her.

"Hey." She replies. A small silence follows, before I decide to break it and speak up.

"Can't fall asleep?" I ask her. I see her glance down at my shirtless chest, before looking back up at my face.

"No." She replies. Although, she seems to have a bit of a glint in her eyes as she does so. I raise an eyebrow at that.

"Care to explain why?" I ask her. She just smirks.

"Well, let's see." She begins. "We're in the middle of a zombie apocalypse, I've just met up with my childhood friend, and now I'm sleeping with that childhood friend in the same bed, shirtless." She tells me. I just divert my gaze slightly when she says that.

"Yeah, I guess that those are valid reasons." I confess, thinking the exact same thing as her. When I turn to look at her again, I notice that she's propped herself up on her arms, and turned slightly to look at me. Unfortunately, because she's done this, it gives me a perfect view of her cleavage. My male hormones take over at this point, the fact that I had been constantly running from zombie fucks not helping since I hadn't had time to… "Please myself" as of late, and I end up staring at it. She notices, and follows my line of sight, before looking back at me with that sly smirk of hers on her face.

"You see something you like, pretty boy?" She asks with a sultry voice. That breaks me out of my stupor, and I lift my head to look her in the eyes with my own wide ones.

"W-what?" I ask her with a slight stutter, surprised that she isn't bitch slapping me and storming out of the room because I was staring at her breasts. Her smirk only widens at my shocked response.

"You were staring. I figured that you'd only stare at something that you like." She responds in a seductive voice. I stutter for a response, only for nothing to come out. As I do so, Misty's smirk becomes almost predator-like, and she slowly starts to move towards me, a glint appearing in her eyes as the blanket covering her form falls away, and she continues to crawl closer.

"M-Misty?" I stutter out, pushing myself up against the headboard, my own blanket falling off as she moves next to me. The only response that I get is for the girl in question to lick her lips seductively, before she straddles my form, trailing her hands from my abs, up to my chest. I swallow the lump that's suddenly formed in my throat, before Misty leans in right next to my ear, her hands finding holds on my shoulders as she does so.

"You know Jacky. There's something that I've been meaning to do for a long time." She whispers in the damned seductive voice of hers, before pulling back to look me in the eyes. Her own still containing that gleam.

"Really? What's that?" I ask her with a raised eyebrow, the stutter gone as I'm honestly curious as to what it is that Misty wants, though my heart still beats at a fast pace in my chest at her closeness.

"Nothing much, just this." She replies, before leaning forwards and capturing my lips with her own.

(Alright. For those of you who are actually reading this and don't mind the pairing, but are complaining about how the two got together too quickly… Deal with it. They knew each other for a few years before the outbreak, and when they got separated, neither one of them had any idea if the other was still alive. Surviving like that for two months after it began without knowing if someone you care about is alive, dead or something worse… Well, it really brings into perspective one's feelings for the other. Wouldn't you agree? Hell, I'm sure that almost all of you out there that are reading this would react the exact same way if there was an apocalypse, and you suddenly found your crush was alive and well. So therefore, stop your complaining!)

I'm honestly surprised as Misty does this, my eyes widening and my body stiffening as she kisses me. It takes a few seconds, but I eventually melt into the kiss, returning the feeling, and placing my left hand on her cheek, while I let the other rest at her waist. A few seconds later, the two of us separate, Misty smirking, and myself grinning like an idiot. "Well Jacky, I guess that answers my question about how you feel." She says to me. I just shake my head with a smirk, before my left hand goes to the back of her head, and I use that one, along with the one on her waist, to pull her into another lip-lock. She doesn't waste a second, returning the feeling and trailing her hands along my arms. Soon, the kiss moves on and we add our tongues to it. Misty moans as we continue, before we're forced to break apart, saliva trailing between our tongues before that too breaks.

The two of us pant to gain lost breath, before we start kissing again. As it goes on, Misty trails her hand from my chest, down to my abs, before reaching my groin. I break our kiss and let out a groan as Misty starts to rub, and she gives a satisfied smirk in response. "Well. Looks like it's my turn to hold the reins Jacky." She whispers low and sultry, before she continues to rub. I just let out another groan of pleasure, before opening my eyes to look into hers.

"Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?" I ask her through the pleasure. She stops, and pretends to think for a moment.

"No. I don't think that you have." She tells me. I just smile at her in response.

"Well then, let me tell you now. Misty, you are absolutely fucking beautiful." I say. She smiles at me in response.

"Compliments huh?" She asks. "Well, looks like you've earned yourself a reward for that." She says, before leaning back from the kiss. Before I can ask what she means by "reward", I feel pleasure spike through my body, and I let out another groan of pleasure. It continues, and I open my eyes slightly to see that Misty is the cause. She's currently grinding against my stiff groin, and smiling at me as she does so. Suddenly, she captures my lips in another heated kiss. I return it with fervor, before lifting my hand up to her covered breast. She gasps in surprise at my actions, before letting out a low moan of pleasure as I squeeze. "Who knew that you were so good at this?" She asks between her own moans of pleasure as she pulls back from the kiss. I just smile up at her in response, before putting a bit more pressure behind the squeezing, eliciting slightly louder moans from the gorgeous brunette straddling me, while at the same time mentally hoping that there aren't any bandits or Psychos around. Yes, I'm using Borderlands characters as references since those things have essentially happened to people during the apocalypse, cannibalism included in terms of the Psychos.

"No one." I tell her. It takes a minute, since both our brains are essentially mush at the moment, but she eventually gets what I'm implying when I say that, and smirks at me when she realizes.

"Oh? So I'm the first girl you've been with huh?" She asks.

"Yup." I reply, before capturing her lips in another kiss. One that she returns in full. It's not long before we're both lying in the bed side by side once again, panting from lack of air. "I'm glad that I found you Misty. And I'm also glad that we finally got together." I tell her between breathes. She smiles at me, before leaning forwards and planting a lingering kiss on my lips.

"Me too Jacky. Me too." She says, before shifting slightly so that her head rest on my chest, and then drifts off to sleep. I follow her to dreamland shortly after, a small smile on my face at the fact that I now have a girlfriend, and the fact that even in this shit storm, there can be moments of happiness.

Author's Note Part 2: Well, that's about it for this chapter. Now, as you all saw at the end there, the two are officially in a relationship in the first chapter, and had a rather heated moment. Now, for those of you who have played the game, and listened to Misty's dialogue, you know how forward and flirtatious Misty is. Therefore, is it really all that surprising that Misty would start something like this as soon as she found out Jack had the same feelings for her as she did for him? No… No it is not.

As for future chapters, I'm trying to work on finishing a few before I post this one, that way I can work on all my other stories, as well as give this one a nice start, instead of having it only have one chapter, and then leaving it for a few months like the ones I'm working on now. So, I plan to post this on the first of March, because that marks 2 months since 2015 began. (Yes, I did this on purpose.) So, by that time, there should hopefully be more chapters written, and I might even be to the point that my first Original Arc will be done, and then I can focus on actual levels from the game at a later date. (However. Something to note is that it will take a while for said chapters to be posted. I want to go over them, as well as give myself time to work on other chapters so that I can have an easier time switching between stories.)

But for now, I'd like to thank those of you who stuck with me despite the major changes I've made, and hope to see you all in the next chapter!

(Update: June 11th, 2015: Alright guys, so I've returned to this, and edited a few things. One such thing is the addition of the Borderlands references. Now, I've recently been watching a non-commentary playthrough of the first game, and I'll be honest. After I finish watching the playthrough, and learning a bit more about the background of the characters… I'm probably gonna be writing an OC x Lilith story that goes through the events of the first game. However, seeing as I don't know how the first game ends exactly… Well, I guess that I'll just have to wait and see.

Anyways, I've been away from you guys for too long. So, since I'm done editing this chapter, I'm gonna move onto the next! Now, I should hopefully finish editing these chapters today / tonight, and then be able to upload the edited versions tomorrow along with the new chapter, since it's practically done and I'm just gonna need to go over it once again. So, depending on when I finish with everything, it's likely that everything will be posted around 11 AM Eastern Standard Time, since I'm getting out of school early tomorrow. Anyways, thanks for sticking around with me through the story this long guys, and I hope that you're all enjoying it!)