Blood was everywhere. The MBC was no more…. Zombies continued to scratch the door, hopelessly lost and hungry…. Samantha pulled herself to Chris's dead body, feeling every second slip away. He had died protecting her… As had the others. Danny went down screaming and cussing… Before he was disemboweled and ripped apart. Cathy was raped repeatedly and killed by Nossida, Glor, and Grandpa Octovore. Sam was the only one left. Her weapons were gone… It was ALL gone... The galactic authorities left the galaxy after the virus spread, leaving the MBC to fend for themselves. Humans screamed and cried as they were attacked by the living dead.
Chris died the slowest… Even with the Chaos Emeralds, it was useless…. He was killed when he used his last and final attack, Chaos Control, to give the team some time to escape Nossida's ship. It worked, and he died after an hour. After crying for three days, Sam found herself wishing she would have told him how she felt… Of course, they were siblings, but she never cared…She was hungry, hurt, and scared. She ran out of food long ago…. And her only food source lay in front of her… He was still fresh, she knew. It wasn't wrong if you needed to survive, right?
Grabbing her knife, she cut into his arm, golden blood dripping from it. Gently sliding the knife down, she cut it open, revealing blood vessels, veins, and flesh… slicing a bit off, she held it over her fire, cooking it. The zombies would break the door soon, but she still had time. With tears in her golden eyes, she covered the cut, and moved his body to the corner of the broken down clubhouse.
Eating the meat, she felt a surge of energy flow through her, but at the same time, felt a wave of guilt wash over her. It tasted better than anything she had eaten before, but she still felt bad…. "Chris… I'm so sorry…" She looked at his body once more. Walking over, she kissed his cold mouth and left the clubhouse, on a mission that might change the world……