Written from a request from a friend. The first is from Jim's POV, and the second is 3rd person.

I died. I saw no more pain or sickness. No more anger or suffering. I saw peace as it truly is. But they brought me back - Selena and Hannah. They fought for me just as hard as I fought for them. I may not have left the pain and suffering, but seeing their elated faces as this jet flies by, I can see peace again.

The jet raced over them in a flash of gray and noise. Hannah smiled in delight and relief at Selena who mirrored her expression. Speaking in silent agreement, they turned to look at Jim. He stood stiff as a rail, back of his hands against his forehead, blue eyes alight and staring in the direction where the jet had flew off to. They knew the pilot had seen them. The jet had titled to the side as if acknowledging their presence. Jim switched his gaze to the two girls running to him. They laughed and cried and threw their arms around one another. People were still out there unaffected by the infection. Maybe, just maybe, they wouldn't need to hide anymore.