"So what are we supposed to do now?" Coach asked, as the three of them walked away from the scene.

"We go back to the others, and then look for a way out of here." Ellis replied.

"Or, we go look for a way out first, then go back, and escort the others to it. Waste less time." Nick suggested.

"Nick, man, I think Ellis has the right idea. There could be zombies all over this place. We can't run with all these guns on us, we need to get back and have the others join us. We'll be able to move faster, and we'll have more firepower." Coach said.

Nick agreed, mumbling something about time not meaning much anymore, and the three walked back to the Infirmary.

Doc was waiting outside the room with Keith, Francis, and Louis when they got back. Doc attempted to tell them about Zoey, but as soon as Ellis heard that she'd woke up, he hurried inside, leaving the rest on the hall.

"...Zoey?" He cautiously moved towards her. She sat up, and turned towards him. Ellis let a small gasp escape him when he saw her eyes, not sure whether they were scary or stunning.

"I've missed you." Zoey said, reaching out to put her arms around him. She stopped herself, remembering her claws. "I'm sorry."

Ellis reached out and took her perfectly normal, human hand and said, "It's okay. You're better now. We're going to be alright." He was right, the only things left to remind them of the infection were the color of her eyes, and the small cuts on her cheek. "Let's get out of here." She nodded, and the two of them walked back out into the hall.

Not much was said, whenever someone tried to speak to Zoey, they seemed to distracted by her eyes to finish their sentences. The guns were passed out, and the eight of them searched the military base. They had only just left the Infirmary when they heard a voice from a loudspeaker.

"Attention! All personnel should evacuate the base immediately. This is not a drill. All personnel must evacuate now." The voice finished.

"Well... We're less likely to be stopped now." Louis said with a small smile.

They continued to the bay. Assuming they landed on the coast, which was very likely. They had probably been spotted while they were still flying over the sea, and landed at the closest military base. One that was most likely on the ocean.

"So... what are we looking for this time? A sailboat again?" Francis asked, looking around. "And which one of us is gonna get killed this time?" Zoey and Louis both looked down, having forgotten about Bill's death since they'd been there. Even Doc looked a little saddened by Francis' words.

"We're not looking for a boat, Francis. And nobody will die. We're looking for a plane. I don't guess Bill ever told you- I was a pilot during the Vietnam war. Bill was a friend of mine." The others looked somewhat shocked, but they were too tired to ask much about it. It had been a long, weird day.

Doc found exactly what he had been looking for. A Nimrod MR2. Discontinued and no longer used regularly, but still in working condition and fueled up in case of an emergency. Being a search and rescue aircraft, everyone was able to fit comfortably in it, and Doc was able to fly them all the way back to the US. They had only spent one day in the UK, and none of them considered it enjoyable.