We were all safe. It was hard to believe after all of the madness we'd been through in the past 10 years or so, but it was true. The helicopter sailed across the never ending Atlantic. I glanced out the window, viewing the peaceful setting of the sun, starting to dip below the horizon. It reflected on the dark, murky waters of the ocean. It seemed too quiet for a small helicopter with four people inside of it. No one was saying anything; I could only hear the soft sound of the helicopter's propellers keeping us in the air. Then, Chris broke the silence. "It's over.", he flatly said. "Yes.", Sheva agreed. "Finally.", I forced myself to say. The zombies, the horror....it was all finally behind us.