Just the Epilogue left now, around the part where Ray's forces engage Maverick's listen to Radioactive by Imagine Dragons...it's what I listened towhen I planned the fight scene.

Hunting a Dream

Maverick looked around his camp, the undeniable horde of mutated Infected and smiled a razor-toothed grin. It was time to strike, he would have his bloody revenge and Ray's filthy head would be mounted on a pike. He waved his single arm and they began their march on Ray's band of misfits.

Becca had a small group spying on Maverick's camp and they had been watching the grotesque and twisted method Maverick had taken to further his war. The Infected were less than human now, they were beasts just as the Tanks had been. They marched toward the compound, and Becca feared whether they'd be able to hold it or not. She overlooked a map of the city for chokepoints they'd be able to annihilate them from. Ray walked into the so called "War Room".

"What's the situation?"

"Maverick's alive…and he's marching a horde of mutated Infected this way…I don't know if we're going to last."

He smiled gently, "Keep an open mind."

He turned to Seth, "Gather those who are either too old or too inexperienced to fight and give them a rifle. Position them on the roof with Will and Sarah. Get Sarge to mount the machine gun up there, I want every human on the roof raining hell down on his mob. The Hunters and I will be the first line of defense…we will hold them off and you will shoot down anyone who's not wearing this." He said as he turned around showing the large patch of the sword with rays of light coming off it that was on the back of his trench-coat, "I will be at the front lines with April leading the others. I have put Boulder, Sarge, and Shadow in charge of their own groups. I will not let him harm another living soul…you have my word."

He stood so calm and strong among them all, and Becca felt afraid for him. He was bearing so much so that they wouldn't have to. He was trying to save them all because he refused to lose anyone else. Becca stopped him at the door, "Ray…don't overextend yourself…I need you to live for me okay?"

He showed his necklace, "Luck remember…I'm not going anywhere."

"Ok, but just in case." She removed the necklace from around her neck and gave it to him. It was a locket she had made of him and her, "It used to have my family…but you're my family now Ray…"

"I'm pretty sure what we did is taboo among family."

She slugged him on the arm as her face was a bright crimson, "Idiot…promise me…"

"Huh? Promise you what?"

"That you will survive this…that you'll not die out there; and that you'll come back and start a family with me."

He blinked, "Are you asking me to marry you?"

"No, because the guy is supposed to do that…"

"Okay then, when all is said and done, will you marry me?"

She kissed him on the lips, "I'll think about it." She said with a smirk.

"Then I'll be sure not to die." He replied.

She watched him leave, the coat tails of his trench-coat swishing with each step. He looked like an iconic figure from a comic book as he raised his hood and belted on his machetes.

I grabbed two pistols as I walked out and put them in my holsters I kept on my upper body. I passed by April who had a katana on her back and a SMG in hand. I walked out to the other fourteen Hunters we had with us. The one who was Myra's lieutenant had become April's lieutenant as well; I think his name was Parker. He had a single machete on his back and a M16 in hand. He wore a beat up military ACU jacket and a black T-shirt with a Russian star on it. I looked around the room and removed my hood so I could look them in the eye. "I won't lie to any of you…this fight is going to be tough as hell. I would be lying if I said I expected us to survive…but we are Hunters, we do not fall prey to anyone. But…from this point on we will cast off the titles of Infected and Outsider…Smokers, Boomers, Jockeys, Spitters, Chargers…today we are all Hunters…we seek out the beasts of man's nightmares and we bring about their end in blood and steel! We are the Vanguard of Humanity…the first line of defense…when we fall, we take the enemy with us to our graves and we drag them through hell before we give up! We fight, we claw, and we survive…we will live and they will die! Who's with me!?"

"Hoorah!" They all screamed.

"Lock and load…we're killing this son of a bitch."

I stood alone in the middle of the street as Maverick and his brood approached us. Sarge and his Smokers were on the rooftops to the left while Shadow and his Smokers were on the rooftops to the right. Boulder leaned up against a building with Mei-Long, Shamus, and Mitch. Maverick walked to the head of his pack and they stood there looking at us. My Hunters dropped from the rooftops above and landed all around me, our hoods drawn up. Maverick glared at me with what I could assume were eyes full of hate. Boulder stood up straight and walked up beside me. Shadow and Sarge jumped down to join me and soon my army rivaled Maverick's…the only difference was that we were better equipped and a hell of a lot stronger. Swan walked to the front, clicking and cocking her head like some kind of bird his crew was panting with bloodlust and malice. I simply held up my hand and waved for them to engage. My group opened fire and mowed down the Sirens at the front as the Jockeys and Chargers began to charge us. Before the Spitters could get a shot off Shadow and his "Smoke Soldiers" released smoke and ran in with their blades hacking and slashing anything in their way. Sarge and his men hopped back up to the rooftops and drew their rifles picking off Spikers and the rest of the Sirens. Swan turned to run and Parker threw his machete through her skull. My Hunters ran in guns blazing and blades shining as we hacked the Jockeys and Chargers to pieces. My sights had narrowed on only one individual; Maverick. I charged in and time itself seemed to slow down. I drew my guns and I saw the casings fly away slowly as I fired at him and he dodged. He charged right at me and knocked me over running right towards the CEDA base he roared, and from all the side roads the common Infected flooded in. I saw the machine gun fire and I heard the rifle going off, but it looked like it wouldn't be enough, I looked back at April, and they were mopping up the last of the enemy. I turned my attention to Maverick and began to run on all fours towards him and with a leap I pinned him again. I flipped him and drew my machetes as he kicked me off. We circled one another before we attacked. I swung at his torso and my blade cleaved form his shoulder to the middle of his chest but he just gave me a quizzical look. Could he not feel pain? He head-butted me and drew the blade from his body. I saw the Infected clamoring over the fence only to be electrocuted by the spare voltage we had running through it. Newton ran out into the yard with a couple of canisters and threw them into the crowd and the Infected began to seize and convulse. Maverick turned to look and I punched him with my left hand which had no blade. He turned to look at me and I head-butted him. He staggered back, and I chopped off his other arm. He lunged in and bit into my left shoulder and I cringed in pain. I slammed my fist into his head repeatedly until I broke his jaw. He staggered and looked at me with eyes full of hate and screamed at me like an animal before I cut his head off. I turned to look back at April; we'd lost five Hunters and quite a few Smokers. All six "Smoke Soldiers were alive though. I turned to the Infected who lay there motionless occasionally spasming. I lifted Maverick's head high and let out a primal Hunter screech. We had won…and we could finally start rebuilding.