A/N: Sorry for such a long wait. Nearly a month! I know it's a long time, but with us getting a new house and me wanting to make this chapter totally epic, It had to take a while. Caboose and Church may seem a bit OOC, but it's for the emotional trauma to come. 42 wanted me to make Des have flaws, I'll do him one better! This one is from Church's perspective.

Bungie and RT own all but Des.


We just stood there, slack-jawed at the bold and potentially life threatening sacrifice Des just made. We simply watched as the massive mob of flesh eaters slowly poured down a second street, following the piper as it were. After a minute I realize that we are completely vulnerable standing out here with our thumbs up our asses. I glance over to the street the mob recently occupied and was amazed to find it completely vacant of any zombies.

"Guys focus!" I tell them in a hushed whisper in the hopes of any nearby zombie not hear me.

"Did he just..." Tucker started, trailing off into something else.

"Yeah he did and it'll be for nothing if we don't get inside." I tell them in a way so they could tell I was both annoyed and concerned.

I kept prodding them for five minutes. Lets face it, no one in this group is that fucking bright. After my last plea I decide to go for the old "Hey look over there" technique. I must say, I thought it worked pretty well.

"Guys look, a Freelancer!" I yell with extra emphasis on the Freelancer part.

Immediately everyone but Caboose, who had long since lost interest in anything, was staring at the spot I had pointed too. When they realized that there was no Freelancer, I noted that I saw him run into the bar. This got them moving pretty dam quick. I smirked at my own genius plan. That is, I kept smirking until I realized something.

"Guys, where's Caboose?" I ask with a sudden urge to find the idiot.

Normally I wouldn't care about where Caboose was or what he was doing, but if Des survives the distraction, there will be hell to pay if he comes back to find that his little brother has been devoured by the undead. Plus, and this truly kills me to say, Caboose and I have gotten closer since Blood gulch even if I won't admit it. I'm starting to find his carefree attitude and whimsical nature to be really refreshing after living with Tucker and Tex for half my life. Not to say he doesn't drive me crazy when he gets his hand caught in a pickle jar or accidentally sets off the fire alarm. But I'm getting off track. Where was I? Oh yes, Caboose being alone in the Zombie Apocalypse.

I run back up to the street from the basement level entrance to find dear old Caboose just sitting in the middle of the street, coloring with some chalk he got from god knows where, completely oblivious to the hell on earth around him. As I run over to him I start to hear the moans of the undead slowly creeping over to us. I just hope they aren't from the group that followed Des.

"Caboose c'mon man." I tell him in as patient a voice as I can muster.

"Church look!" He said, pointing excitedly to a picture of what I can only assume is a bunny. "I made a fluffy bunny!"

"Caboose, what are you talking about?" I asked amazed that even he could be so clueless. "We have to go Caboose! Right fucking now."

"Wait! I still need to make a field and a lake!" He exclaimed with delight.

"Caboose." I try again, my patience slowly slipping away.

"And then I will make a happy faced sun! With me and you stand under it holding hands with Best Friends Forever above us! Then I co-" He tried to finish.

"Caboose! Shut the FUCK UP!" I yell, finally snapping. "I DON'T GIVE A FUCK ABOUT YOU, OR YOUR BUNNY! SO SHUT UP, AND MOVE!"

As soon as I finished my little rant, I knew I made a big mistake. I won't deny that I hadn't been a dick to Caboose before, hell, I've even been madder at him than I am now. But something, and I don't know what, caused him to snap. Though, not in the same way I just did. For the first time since I've met Caboose, he started crying. Now I don't mean like you stub you pinky toe on the coffee table and you tear up. No, I mean full on snot bubbles bursting while you drain your body of all necessary fluids. Even more surprising was how he latched on to me and buried his head in my neck like I'm his mother. I don't claim to be an emotional guy, not by a long shot, but what Caboose said next just made me feel like the biggest asshole in the world for snapping at him.

"He's gone Church, he's really gone!" He said in between breaths. "I don't what him to leave me again. Why did he leave me? He promised that he would always protect me from the world. Now he's gone and most likely dead!"

I had never seen this much raw emotion from Caboose and to be honest, I didn't know how to handle it. He didn't say anything after that, we just stayed in the streets for a few more minutes. I just prayed I wouldn't find Des' body after this is all over and have to tell Caboose his only brother is dead. When he started to wind down from his massive wave of emotion, I said some of the things I never thought I would say.

"Caboose, I'm sorry." I told him without the slightest bit of falseness. "I didn't know what you were feeling and I shouldn't have snapped at you. Still it doesn't excuse my actions. But now I'm going to make a promise to you as your Best Friend." As soon as those words left my lips his face brightened up considerably. "I will make sure you will never be alone. I swear to you I will find Dessmond and bring his stupid ass to you so you can beat him up for breaking his promise. I also promise never to make fun of you or snap at you again. Okay."

As I'm now learning, Caboose is not the blundering idiot I thought him to be. He is an incredibly deep and emotional person underneath the happy go lucky exterior. I now realize that his happy nature is a sort of defense mechanism from the world. A safeguard for people like me and Tucker who constantly pick on him and abuse him for being who he is. After being in his mind so many times, I can't believe I never noticed this before. He pushed himself off from me and started to walk back to the others in a comfortable silence. Thank god the others can't hear my thoughts. They sound pretty gay, like me and Caboose finally realized our "True feelings for each other". I'm starting to think this is some cheesy fanfic written by Donut. Any second now I'm expecting some half naked sailors to come bursting through the street. I'm getting off track though.

Right before we turn the corner to the stair way, Caboose stops me and looks me dead in the eyes and says in a voice I immediately recognize, "And please Church, call me Michael." Caboose's inner genius* is finally coming out. We both head back down to the lower entrance where we find Tucker, Doc and O'malley arguing.

"No you fool!" O'malley shouted. "He said the code was 117!"

"I don't think so Mr. Hard Drive. Bom Chika Bow Wow!" Countered Tucker, smirking from his own joke. "The code was 721."

Just as I was about to intervene, Caboose gets in between them and enters the correct '217' code. The three of us just stare at him wondering where he got such a good memory. I shake off the surprise the quickest and follow him in. Soon the others follow and now we are all standing in a dark, damp basement. We all start to feel around for a circuit breaker. After five minutes of dismal searching, Doc finally finds one. He flips the first switch and thankfully it was a light switch. Finally getting a good look at the basement, it was rather surprising. The foundation of the whole bar was an outdated wooden structure that would normally be found in a third world country. Along with the mold covering most of the ceiling. Aside from the unique frame work and the freezer which no doubt held much of the food and drink, there was a large, red, reinforced steel door against the back wall.

Curiosity got the better of us and we all ventured over to it. Finding it vacant of any zombies or humans, we were all surprised to find a whole room full of survival gear. Small cots, pre-packaged food, a pile of ammo of all types. Hell, it even had a gun rack and what looked like an armor container. I begin to wonder, "Why would there be an armor container here?" My thought is interrupted by Tucker's shrill annoying voice.

"Who the fuck is Chicago Ted and why does he have 53,595 written underneath his name?"

"He could quite possibly be a zombie hunter and that would mean the numbers are his kills." O'malley answered.

"What's CEDA and L4D?" Asked Caboose.

"I don't know Caboose." Tucker replied.

We all head upstairs and begin to look around. It wasn't much prettier than the basement was. It seemed like it was straight out of a old 20th century western. The Bar was in a sectional fashion with it making a 90 degree turn at the middle. Multiple support beams were embedded in the floor, holding up the walkway above. I can now safely say this is the oldest bar in the world. The entire place was made of wood. No one has done this for over two hundred years. Over all, this place looked, and smelled, like shit.

"Well, what do we do now?" Questioned Doc.

Everyone just turned to look at me. This was the first time I wish they didn't look up to me as a leader.

"Well, I guess we can just sit and wait for Des to get back." I tell them, glancing over at Caboose to make sure he's okay.

"What do you mean when he gets back?" Questioned O'malley.

"I mean, we are going to be as quiet as possible and wait for Dessmond to come back." I explain to the insane program.

"You really are idiots aren't you?" O'malley began. "Why do you think he distracted the zombies?"

"So we could get inside and be safe?" Replied Tucker in an uneasy query.

"My god you are all idiots." O'malley continued. "I'll try to break this down so you insignificant brains can comprehend. Lets start from the beginning; the strongest of the group tells us a code to get into a bar, while he 'distracts' the zombies. Does anything seem wrong with that statement?"

"What are you saying O'malley?" I ask, annoyed with his seemingly pointless rant.

"Are you all blind?" He exclaimed. "He left us out to rot! That wasn't a distraction, it was desertion. The strongest doesn't leave, the weakest does. Whoever would distract them would be lost anyway. He probably tried to get away, only to run into an alley way and get cornered."

I glance over at Caboose and find him looking pretty pissed.

"O'malley." I try to warn him.

"Or maybe he tripped and was devoured in the street like a possum hit by a truck." He continued, oblivious to the upcoming attack.

"Seriously O'malley, shut the fuck up." Tucker joined in, realizing Caboose was about to blow.

"Even if he did make it, do you think he would come back for us? Three people in an apocalypse is nothing to the army. No, we are nothing to them. Or to Dessmond." O'malley said, finally finishing his tirade. Unfortunately, it came to late. Caboose was on him in an instant. I had never seen Caboose this mad before. Hell, I've never seen Des or O'malley this mad before. Tucker and I were too scared to even intervene at first. Caboose was beating the shit out of poor Doc, O'malley having retreated into the recesses of the former medic's mind. Caboose just kept pummeling him, yelling, "He will come back!" over and over again. After about the fifth blow to the temple, Tucker and I finally got Caboose off of Doc.

"What was that for?" Questioned an extremely bruised Doc.

"Sorry Doc. It was O'malley. He was saying things about my brother I did not appreciate." Caboose answered in a most logical and calm manner, which was a complete change from the enraged person who was there just moments ago.

"Tucker, you help Doc up and over to one of the booths." I order. "Caboose, help me look for any weapons."

With Tucker helping Doc up from the worn wood floor, Caboose and I both started to search for any weapons. I started to look around the bar itself. With the mass amount of liquor back here I'm surprised there aren't any drunken Zombies running around. Nothing but beer, vodka, and a few dirty cleaning rags straight out of a cliché in an old western. I did notice an old, rusty kitchen knife laying on the counter and quickly pocket it for a later use.

"Hey Caboose, did you find anything?" I yell over.

"Nope, nothing." He replied. "And the door to the roof is locked too."

"Well that's just fucking great." I say, taking in a deep breath of air to calm my self down.

"Hey Church!" Called Tucker. "There's a TV over here."

"So?" I counter.

"Maybe there will be something on about evacuations or some shit."

I have to admit, it wasn't a half bad idea. It was coming from Tucker though, so I already dislike it. I did concede though and went down to the base back to the circuit breaker. I scanned over the switches and noted one that said "Upstairs AV". I assume that means the TV will come on. I flip it and run back up to see if it works. Tucker was reaching up to turn on the box. It came to life, only to be filled with static. I was so preoccupied with the TV situation, I didn't notice the nauseating breathing from behind me. Apparently, no one else did either. No one but Caboose.

"Church, duck!" He cried.

Out of instinct from my previous adventures with Caboose, my body immediately rolled to the right just in time to miss a huge claw come swinging at me. There, standing in the door way to the basement, was a Tank Form. I was scared shitless and I'm sure everyone else was too. We all ran over to the other side, hoping this monster wasn't as fast as his Juggernaut brother. Just as we did, we all heard the sound of a mechanical arm moving. We all turned to look towards the sound and found a small jukebox in the corner, hidden from the rest of the bar by darkness. It had a record in it's hand and was moving to put it on. Due to our momentary paralysis nobody made any move to stop it. The next thing I know, the damn things starts a song I've never heard before.

Tonight, I'm gonna have my self, a real good time. I feel aliiiive!

And the world, turn it inside out, I'm floating around, on ecstasy.

"What the fuck is this shit?" Tucker yelled.

Caboose ran over to check, "It's something called queen and the damned thing's on random."

"For fuck sake." We heard Doc say, surprising us all at his unusual vulgarity.

"Caboose!" I call over as I start to give everyone orders. "Try to find a way to shut that damn thing off! Doc, you try to find any sort of weapon to fight that thing." I say as I point at the lumbering tank, waiting patiently for our doom.

"What about us Church?" Tucker Asked.

So don't stop me now, don't stop me now, cause I'm having a good time.

Having a good time.

I hop over the counter of the bar and pick up two broken planks of wood. I toss one to Tucker, him giving me an "Are you fucking kidding me" look. "We are going to distract it." I simply say.

I'm a shooting star leaping through the sky.
Like a tiger defying the laws of gravity.
I'm a racing car passing by like lady Godiva.
I'm gonna go go go, There's no stopping me!

I immediately charge the beast, hoping to get close enough to at least land a hit on him. I see the beast take a swing at me, but thankfully I get the hell out of the way. Rolling over to the left of him, I see Tucker coming from behind the now confused Tank. Tucker takes a swing...and it does nothing.

"Mother Fucker!" I hear him yell before being back handed through the wall.

"Tucker are you okay?" I yell.

"Yeah, I landed in a bunch of super soakers though." He replied through the huge, Tucker sized hole.

Why the hell would a bar have super soakers I thought, only to have my thought process interrupted by the Tank's claws. I start swing the wooden plank around like mad just hoping that the damned thing would let go. Unfortunately, it only served to piss it off more and throw me through the wall Tucker was just sent through. I end up landing on top of him and we both get up, only to realize we have no weapons any more.

I'm burning through the sky yeah! Two hundred degrees.
That's why they call me mister Fahrenheit.
I'm traveling at the speed of light.
I wanna make a supersonic man out of you.

"Tucker just start chucking these things at him." I order him, picking up one of the many water guns which have absolutely no reason to be in a bar. We just start to throw them at the Tank, hoping he would be deterred a little bit. One of the guns slides over to Doc over by the bar. By this time, Tucker and I have escaped the other room, only to be continuously dodging the Tank's heavy, clawed arms. I see Doc pick up one of the water guns in the back room and hear O'malley muttering something along the lines of, "This will do just fine."

"Church, heads up!" I hear Caboose yell.

I look up to find another monkey wrench flying towards my head, catching it just in time. I also see Tucker now has a broken pipe, no doubt from the dilapidated basement. "Caboose, you're supposed to be shutting the damn jukebox off!" I yell angrily.

"There is no off button, I'm trying the circuit breaker now!" He replied with a calmness I haven't heard from him before.

In the small time I was conversing with Caboose, I had forgotten to look for the Tank's swings. I got grabbed by the waist and was held up against the wall with Tucker next to me. We both thought we were done. We would've been, had it not been for a certain newcomer. Just as the Tank was about to smash our bones, a long, metal barrel starts to strangle the massive beast.

Don't stop me now I'm having such a good time.
I'm having a ball don't stop me now.
If you wanna have a good time just give me a call.
Don't stop me now (cause I'm having a good time)
Don't stop me now (yes I'm having a good time)
I don't want to stop at all!

"Hit him now you assholes!" I hear Des scream.

Not needing to be told twice, Tucker and I take advantage of the immobilized Tank and start beating the shit out of it. Tucker kept on beating on the stomach while I kept pummeling the head. We kept this up for nearly a minute before the Tank was able to rip Dessmond from it's back. That's when we retreated.

"What are you waiting for Des? Shoot him!" I yell.

"I don't have any ammo you idiot." He yells back.

"Hold him off for a few more minutes you guys." We hear Doc Yell. "O'malley's almost finished."

I'm a rocket ship on my way to mars.
On a collision course.
I am a satellite I'm out of control.
I am a sex machine ready to reload.
Like an atom bomb about to.
Oh oh oh oh oh explode.

The Tank, now fuming with vengeance on the mind, turned it's sights on Des. Running over to him with a renewed vigor, he began to violently swing his claws at Des. Des, being the only one of us who has had actual combat experience, was dodging the claws like they were nothing but feathers. I then saw him slide his sniper rifle down to the end of the barrel. Making one more flawless dodge, the former vet went off on the Tank like Liberals on an Anti-Gay parade. He began to swing his own rifle like a bat at the Tank, striking once..twice..three times and then finished his barrage off with a strong upper cut.

"Get him while he's down!" He commanded.

Tucker and I both jumped at the Tank and began to pummel him with our respective weapons. We both got a few good hits on him before he climbed back to his feet.

Oh! I'm burning through the sky yeah! Two hundred degrees.
That's why they call me mister Fahrenheit.
I'm traveling at the speed of light.
I wanna make a supersonic woman out of you.

"Just a few more seconds you guys!" Doc yelled over, giving another update on O'malley's mystery project.

"Church, Tucker!" Des yelled. "Form a triangle and start attacking from all sides!"

We followed our orders and formed said triangle and began to assault the lumbering Tank. Giving small yelps of pain, we now knew he was at least starting to weaken. Our hope was short lived as the Tank got an opening at Des and took it. Taking a swing at his legs, which I noted were covered in blood, Des buckled under the stress and collapsed on the ground.

"Dessmond!" We all heard Caboose cry, the Tank included.

Don't stop me don't stop me don't stop me.
Hey hey hey!
Don't stop me don't stop me.
Ooh ooh ooh (I like it)
Don't stop me have a good time good time .
Don't stop me don't stop me.
Ooh ooh Alright.
I'm burning through the skies Yeah!
Two hundred degrees.
That's why they call me Mister Fahrenheit.
I'm traveling at the speed of light.
I wanna make a supersonic woman of you.

"Get out of the way fools!" O'malley ordered.

Picking Des up, I now had a full view of what O'malley made. It was on of the super soakers we found with a bottle of vodka duck taped to the screw on top. It also had a lighter taped to the bottom of the barrel. I couldn't fathom what in the hell he was planning on doing. Des seamed to be able to guess though.

"O'malley don't!" He yelled in vain as the AI already switched over to madman mode.

"Oblivion is at hand!" He screamed as he lite the lighter.

O'malley took a few slow steps forward until he was within range of the Tank. Then he fired. I had never imagined that a super soaker could be transformed into a flame thrower. But, sure enough our mad friend here was blasting away with his home made death machine. It continued to spew the beautiful and deadly orange flame for nearly a minute before he had to refill. Thankfully, the Tank was howling in pain from the extreme heat of the blast, giving Doc time to reload and the rest of us time to move Des upstairs away from the growing fire in the bar.

"Doc, O'malley, lets go!" I heard Tucker yell as Caboose and I carried Des upstairs.

Don't stop me now *fizzle*

Thank god the fire made it to the jukebox. I swear, if I had to listen to that 20th century crap again I'm going to vomit. (A/N:Just so you know, I LOVE Queen) By this time Caboose and I have gotten Des up to the second floor. Unfortunately, we have now trapped ourselves up here.

"Where the fuck do we go?" Tucker screams, his voice gaining a higher octave every word.

"What of the roof?" Questioned O'malley, having abandoned his madness but not his flamethrower.

"I told you it's fucking locked!" Countered a very annoying Tucker.

"Help me up." I look down to see Des trying to get up, with little success. Caboose and I heave him up to a standing position where he proceeds to raise his leg up and bash the door with all his might. Thankfully it was enough to break down the cheaply made door. Caboose and I haul him up to the top of the stair way just in time. Guttural growls of the undead are now filling the downstairs of the bar and are growing closer every second. With Tucker and Doc finally through the door, Caboose and I closed the door and for good measure, I took my wrench and broke the lock. It will probably be fruitless but still. We were all so distracted with the door, we jumped when Des called for attention.

"Hey guys, no need to worry about me. Just a guy bleeding to death."

At that, Doc was granted immediate control of his body. He rushed over to Des and began his standard evaluation. "Des, where does it hurt?" He questioned.

"My legs." Des answered through gritted teeth.

Doc rolled up the tattered jeans and looked horrified at what he saw. A huge, gaping gash that went so deep you could see the bone. Blood was oozing out from it with little sign of stopping. Not only that, but we could all see traces of green skin covering the area around the bite.

"Des, what happened?" Doc asked, trying not to vomit on the already sickening wound.

"They followed me all the way down to 12th Avenue. One of the bastards managed to get a good bite out of me." He explained. "The weird thing is, it still hurts in the leg but not the wound. Although I could attribute that to the two gallons of blood lost."

"How were you able to fight with this?" Asked Tucker, shielding his eyes from the gruesome sight.

"I used to be a Spartan remember." He explained plainly.

As I was about to ask a question, something caught my eye. I saw Doc reaching for something behind his back. I thought it was a syringe or something like that. I was wrong. He aimed the 9mm down at Des, with everyone staring at him with shock. Well, everyone but Des. Immediately Tucker and I are trying to resolve the situation.

"O'malley, put the gun down." I say, drawing out the words slowly.

"Yeah dude. Lets just tone it down." Tucker agreed, trying to calm the program down.

"O'malley's not here." Doc said simply. "We have to kill him. He's been infected." He said it with such a calm, cold and calculating voice. Something nobody in the group has done but O'malley.

"Doc you're a pacifist. You don't use guns, let alone kill people." I try to appeal to his logical side.

"Church, you and I both know it would be more humane to kill him now while he still knows us, than when he turns." He explained.

I have to agree, killing the human may seem like an evil act of murder but what happens when he turns. He will just be another unthinking, uncaring member of the undead. Capable of no thoughts or memories. It really was a moral dilemma. While we were thinking it through, another member of the team who had long since stayed quiet was getting into a position to strike.

"Put the gun down right now you son of a bitch." We heard Caboose say in a very cold, threatening way we had never heard before.

We all just stood there, scared shitless. We had never heard Caboose ever curse, let alone threaten any one in a way that was actually threatening. He stood behind Doc with my wrench in his hands, which were raised above his head In a position to strike down the poor former medic. Nobody knew what to do. I wanted everyone to calm down and think this through logically. Tucker was probably thinking the same thing, albeit with more naked women and sex jokes. Doc was still pointing the gun at Dessmond's head. Caboose was still just waiting to strike. Finally, after what seemed like hours, someone spoke.

"Caboose, come here." We heard Des say in a strained, quiet voice.

Caboose complied immediately, walking over to his slowly changing brother with tears in his eyes.

"Yes Dessmond." He said in a way that nearly broke my heart. The poor kid has never had anything like this happen before. I could only imagine what it's like to loose a brother.

"Caboose, I need you to be strong." Des began, taking hold of Caboose's hand. "I need you to let Doc do it."

Caboose just sat there, contemplating what his brother just said. "Why?" He asked after a few minutes.

"I would rather go out human, than a monster." He replied, voice loosing volume. "Stay strong for me. Don't worry, Church will take care of you. Won't you Church?" He said, looking at me conveying to me that I didn't have a choice.

"That's right. I will." I say quickly, not wanting to upset Caboose anymore than he already is.

"Alright." Caboose said in a defeated way. "I love you Des." He said, openly sobbing now.

"Good. I love you too Caboose." Des said, his face now sprouting patches of sickly green. "Now, look away Caboose."

Caboose turned around and walked over to me, wanting to be as far away as he could be from the soon to be coming gunshot. I walked over to him, putting my arm around his shoulders, giving a light squeeze. I told him to cover his ears so he wouldn't hear the shot. He did so as obediently as a small child would. I looked over to Des and nodded, then he repeated the nod at Doc whose hands were now shaking. He returned the nod and got closer to ensure the shot wouldn't miss. With the barrel up against Dessmond's head, he bade a final farewell to him. Des just smiled and closed his now yellow eyes. Doc looked away and...*Bang*.

It was done.

Caboose was holding on to me for dear life, crying into the crook of my shoulder. I would normally stop him or make an excuse to leave, but I didn't. He needs me now more than ever. I slowly start to hug him back, giving his back a soothing rub like a caring father would. I feel absolutely terrible right now. Nearly everyone agreed that killing Des was a good idea but Caboose. He had to stand around, watching his friends agree to killing his brother. No one should have to be put through that. Ever.

Unfortunately, the moment me and Caboose had was ruined with a new sound. The sound of rotten flesh banging on the door. Everyone ran to the edge of the building to get away from the door. Tucker looked over the edge and muttered a weak, "Shit." I looked over too and saw hundreds of zombies, all swarming through the burning bar. The banging was louder now, no doubt more zombies have made there way up. We all readied ourselves as best we could. Caboose and Tucker were holding their melee weapons while Doc tossed over the flamethrower from earlier. O'malley and I trained our weapons on the door. Not a moment too soon either. Just then the door burst and the flesh sacks come running towards us, half of them on fire. We take aim, and then...they fall dead.

We didn't know what happened. One second the zombies were charging us, the next they drop dead. We all look up upon hearing the sound of turbines. We see the Red's, Tex, Sister, and a Marine Grunt standing at the edge of a Pelican. The Marine was firing his heavy mounted machine gun at the stream of undead, while the Red's fired pistols, rifles and...is that a shot gun?

"Take that you undead honkies!" Simons yelled.

"Seriously dude, your Dutch-Irish?" Questioned Grif.

The Pelican lowered until it was at a close enough range we could jump to it. We were quickly ushered on one at a time. First Tucker jumped to the hovering craft. Then Doc. Then Caboose. I turned and just as I was jumping, the Pelican got hit by a piece of concrete. It doesn't go down but is flung back far enough that I miss my mark. I start to fall and think, "This is it." I just begin falling and await my fate.


A/N: Cliffhanger your thinking? You thought this was the end, didn't you? Don't worry, two more chapters; the epilogue and a small Thank you chapter for sticking around through the poor excuse for a fanfic. 42, DO YOUR WORST! Review!