Two weeks. It took two weeks to get to New Orleans. In those short two weeks, we killed over fifty Tanks, 20 Witchs, an infinant amount of Hunters, Smokers, Jockeys, Chargers, and Spitters, and so many common zombies that my head spins.

We lost the car at a carnival, killed zombies at a rock concert, and earned a gnome out of it. We fought through a swamp, meet an epic person named Virgil, and chilled out on his boat. We killed through a sugar cane field, collected gas for virgil, then fought at a Burger Tank until the boat arrived. Then Virgil dropped us off here. We fought to a bridge while the militaru dropped bombs on us. We didn't spen the night at a safe room; we just wanted to get out of there. We ran across a bridge that was being blown up, and finally boarded a helicopter.

Right now, we were resting. Truelly resting, not having to worry about zombies coming out of no wheres and trying to kill us, or bandaging wounds up.

We were safe.

Arriving at the Military Camp

The bastards. They killed Nate. NATE. They said it was because he was a carrier and he thought he would get attacked any moment. But I know better. He found out what was truelly going on with the military.

The Military asked CEDA to create the Green Flu to destroy their enemies, and the only way to do that was to inject a certain fluid into pregnant women around America. It will kill off most babies, except for one. The one that survived was to be taken to Canada immediatly. The women would have to leave with a scientist trained to fight by a military official. The child was to be tested on, and each day new blood samples were to be taken. The DNA in those samples were to be seperated and each strand that was seperated was to create each and every zombie species out there.

That child was me.

The Tanks, the Witches, the Hunters, the Smokers, the Jockeys, the Chargers, the Spitters, and the Commons are all part of my DNA. They are all apart of me. It's because of me that the USA is taken over by zombies. Its because of me that nearly every single God damned person in the USA is a zombie. Its all because of me. It's my fault.

Three weeks after arriving at the Military Camp

I saw her. I finally saw my Mom again. After two years of having no Mother, I ran into her again. I love her. I don't blame her for leaving me. She left for a reason. She cleared alot of things up for Ellis and I. She met Nick and Coach and Cee. She was glad that Ellis and I finally met. I chased everyone away except for Cee and asked her if there was a cure for the Green Flu.

There is, and it's me. Since Cee and I seperated, one of us can go on living, and the other must sacrifice them self to save the world. Cee and I discused it that night in out tent on our cots, silently so the others don't report us to the military.

Cee said she would do it, sacrifice herself I mean, because she was just a psychic aura that was created by me. But our Mother told us both that when the time comes, the right one would step forward and die for the other.

Five weeks after arrival

They killed her. They killed mine and Ellis' Mother. They found out she leaked the truth to us. We were shocked. Cee and I started to plan.

We meet up after curfew and started to plan our escape.

Eight weeks after arrival

Dave and Kieth have arrived. Virgil came too. They arrived at the shore line.

We pulled them to the side and told them everything. They wanted to leave with us. We agreed. The more we keep safe, the better. We plan on leaving in three weeks.

Eight weeks and two days after arrival

We're leaving sooner then expected. The military base was breached. We ran, grabbing weapons and headed towards Virgils boat. We plan on meeting up with Zoey, Francis, and Louis on the island's they were thinking about.

We jumped the military base line and headed towards the boats.

...

Then, we were ambushed. I did a quick count and my eyes widened. They were all special zombies. At least thirty Tanks, twenty Witches, and over a hundred Hunters, Smokers, Jockeys, Chargers, and Spitters were coming at us from all sides. We cleared an opening behind us and continued our way to the boat.

Then I stopped. Ellis and Cee were a few steps infront of me. They turned around and started shouting my name. "Go!" The wind picked up considerably, and it started to storm. A flash storm. "But Stevi-"

"Go! Cee! Take Ellis and go! Keep them safe... keep them safe for me. I'm sorry, but I have to do this. Remember Cee? This is what Mom told us about. The one to step up and save this world is me. Now GO! This is what I was born to do. Too many people have died because of me, and I'm gonna put a stop to it. Ellis, Nick, Cee, Virgil, Coach, Keith, and Dave. You're my family. I love you all. Please take care them." Cee turned and grabbed ahold of Ellis' arms. Nick came back for them. He tried to take me with them. I shook my head, struggling to hold back tears that were threatning. He smiled slightly, told me good luck, and gave me one last hug. I clung to him despratly, rain soaking through the scrubs they gave us and shooed him away once I was done. "I love you Daddy."

"Love you too, kid. Go do what you gotta do." I nodded at him and smiled, giving a gentle push. He hugged me once more and gave me a kiss on the forehead. He ran off, giving a slight wave as he went. They boarded Virgils ship and started the motors. I smiled and waved at him, dropping my gun on the ground.

Only when they were truelly out of sight, did I let my tears fall. A broken sob escaped my lips, then I screamed. I felt my limbs rip apart, blood pooling out of my eyes, mouth, ears, and nose. A flash of white light ran before me, and all the screams from the people dieing, the sounds of the guns drowned out, and all the cries of the infected fell.

All that shit they say about life passing infront of your eyes when you die is utter bullshit. It doesn't happen that way. You die, whether painfully or peacefully, and you don't get to reflect on your life. You can pass on in regreat because you didn't live your life to it's full potential, or you don't.

I have no regreat on how I lived my life. I was glad with everything that I did in my life. Except creating the Green Flu.

I died that night.

I awoke and pushed myself forward. Looking around me, I saw the bodies of those who were infected, of those who died protecting citizens, and of those who died protecting themselves. The storm passed. I looked downwards. I saw my torn apart body, head turned to the side with blood pouring out. Waves lapped gently at the shore, and the wind died down to a gentle breeze.

I started to walk with no praticular destination in mind. I walked into the city of New Orleans and inspected the damage. Many were dead, and those who weren't dead were picking themselves up or crying or praying to God. Some ran off looking for loved ones, and others were hugging strangers on the street.

I closed my eyes and thought. I thought about flying, which was something I always wanted to do. When I opened my eyes, I was soaring through the clouds. I flew until I reached the Himilayan Mountains. I landed on a cliff over looking a pretty little lake surrounded by forests with grazing animals. I smiled and closed my eyes, taking a step off the cliff.

I opened my eyes lying on my back. Bill was infront of me, arms out streatched and behind him, I caught sight of Nate, my Father, my Mother, my Grandpa, and my older brother Elliot. He pulled me up and I was pulled into a group hug. Finally, Nate pulled back and said: "Welcome to Shangri-la, Stevie."

Epilouge

"May we all lower our heads in prayer to thank those who sacraficed their lives to keep Americans safe. Bill, Nate, Rochelle, Holly, and, of course the many military men who gave their lives to keep us safe. But we truelly would not be alive today if it wasn't for one thirteen year old girl named Stevie Ray. She ended the zombie apocolypse after she sacrificed herself for the greater good ten years ago. We wouldn't be alive today if it weren't for her."

The television broadcasted across the world, giving us a clear view of those who lowered their heads in thanks.

Just because the world comes to an end, doesn't mean it can't be booted back up.

A/N: Well, that's it. That's the end of The Story of Stevie Ray. There would have been more chapters to this story, but the individual chapters would have been too short. So, I dicided to shove them into one. Thanks for reading this story, and commenting. I hoped you enjoyed this story as much as I did writing this. Give me a few last comments, and look out for the first chapter of Emily the Witch, Jen the Hunter: The Human Years. You guys are epic.