28 Weeks Later…


"I'll see you there."

For as long as he could, Doyle had kept the children alive during Code Red. For weeks he had told himself that he would follow through with the order, but it only took one look at the boy for him to change his mind.

He began to feel his throat burning. His eyes were stinging. The gas was so thick he couldn't even tell if the car was moving as he pushed it. Just a little bit longer, he told himself.

Faster and faster, he pressed on. Gathering the courage, Doyle looked up and through the glass. The two kids were looking at him. They were truly sad. It was a nice change of pace, he thought, for someone to care for him. To worry about him. It was real nice. Made all of this worth it.

He pounded on the window and shouted at Doctor Ross to pop the clutch. As much as he wanted to shout out how much he loved her, he couldn't, even now. Just before the engine turned over, he threw a wink at the boy. His little hands gripped the back seat and tears swelled in his eyes.

The car began to pull away through the fog.

Before the biohazard team "disinfected" him, he closed his eyes and tried to think back in his mind to a better time. The only memory he could pull up was his brief moment with the girl of his dreams, just before the infection had claimed her for itself. That night at the bar when she mouthed the words he so desperately believed were true.

Doyle felt the warmth of the fire behind him.

"I love you," he heard Dana whisper in his ear.

-THE END-