The Walking Dead: A New Day Gone Bye

Chapter 13 – Let The Credits Roll

80% of readers chose to save Carley

20% of readers chose to save Doug

Lee sensed the articulations of his arm moving to the right. He didn't feel like he was himself; he felt his trigger finger being remotely controlled like he was a robot.

The notch of his gun aligned with the rotten skull of the zombie that was attacking Carley. He wasn't sure if he was going to hit. After all, he had never shot a gun before and he knew that guns had a strong knockback. Taking a leap of faith, he pressed the trigger.

The gun barked and Lee felt his hearing being cleaved by an arrow. His ears became instantly deaf and the muzzle nearly blinded him. He bent in two and grunted, as he clouted one of his ears with his palm and let the revolver slide down his fingers and fall onto the ground. Gradually, he rose his head, and was more than happy to see that the walker had died, and Carley was now picking up her weapon and standing up.

He jogged towards the woman, his head seemed to whirl around in a dazzling manner like a merry-go-round. "Where is Clementine?! Have you seen her?!"

"I think…I think she went back to your tent!" Carley stated, panting.

Lee looked back at Glenn and Mark. "Get T-Dog somewhere safe!"

Carley peeked around her, surveying the zone for nearby lurkers when her eye-sight locked on the horizon. "Doug!"

Lee turned around, the dread slowly instilling itself down his spine. It was only more intensified by the fact he could barely hear his own voice from the pulsatile ringing in his brain. Ten meters away, Doug was starting to give in and the zombie's teeth were nearing his neck.

"I GOT HIM!" Jim intervened.

Wrench equipped, the old mechanic stepped in, bashing a kick into the zombie that was attacking Doug. If it were alive, it would've probably passed out, because the strength had been enough to break all of its ribs.

The biter slumped on the ground with a loud thud. Jim hoped on top of it quickly, and elevated his wrench in the air. He clashed the metal tool against its jaw, completely obliterating it and sending it flying in the air like a boomerang. A cluster of black goo spilled onto Jim's marked and elderly face, onto his balding hair and his shirt drenched in sweat.

"My family! MY FAMILY!" Jim cried, applying more strikes onto the zombie's face. Doug stood, teary eyed, against the tree and viewing with tremble legs as Jim beat the walker up. "YOU KILLED THEM!"

Shane cocked once again his powerful shotgun, detaching a smoking shell into the air. He looked around in the chaos around him, and spotted a walker heading for Carol, who was curled into a ball and latching onto Sophia. He aimed at it and fired a devastating round, that destroyed its skull cleanly. It fell to the side, its cranium turned into a bowl of brains and bleeding arteries tainting the beryl grass.

Dale shook Andrea's shoulder, making sure no walkers were bound to get them. "C'mon, let's go inside! It's a mess out here." But his words were to no avail as Andrea was frozen in place.

Lee wiped the sweat off his forehead, seeing Doug was safe and sound. But he had a more urgent quest. He ran towards the multitude of tents, heading toward his.

Just as he arrived, he perceived three walkers scratching the tissue, shredding the tent to pieces to get inside. Among their grunting and moaning, he could listen to high-pitched screams emitting from the interior. He had to save Clementine; he had become fond of that little girl.

"Get off her!" Lee howled.

The lurkers ignored him and continued to wriggle their way inside. Lee searched around him for a melee weapon; wanting to spare his bullets. He paced towards another tent and removed one of the spikes holding it to the ground.

He sprinted towards the nearest walker, and with a war cry, he leaped onto it and bulldozed the spike into its brain. He went lights out like Lee had pressed a secret interrupter, but his action caught the attention of the other two. He lifted his right arm and shot between the eyes of the bald zombie, forgetting the pain of the recoil. He then swooped the spike in the direction of the second lurker, impaling the spike through its eye socket.

Lee squatted, as the two figures collapsed behind him after being slayed. Lee unzipped the entrance in a hurry.

A silhouette on the inside dived on top of him.

"Lee!" Clementine screeched, squeezing his neck.

"Hey, hey…" Lee replied with a wide smirk, returning the hug. He could almost ignore the animalistic sounds and the gunfire on the background that was starting to cease. "There, there…all's okay."

"I…I was so scared…" She sobbed. "There…there were so many of them…they just…came out of nowhere."

"Don't worry." Lee reasserted her, as he got up and clenched her hand. "Everything's fine now."

In the next second, a heavy silence crumpled among the survivors. They stood silent, enumerating their losses, contemplating the tide of fallen walkers. The only sounds were the smoke exiting the arsenal's barrels, heavy breathing and Andrea's crying.

Kenny placed a hand on Jim's shoulder, which caused him to stop smacking the zombie's skull, that was so triturated it resembled mashed potatoes. "It's over Jim." He sadly said.

"That…that monster…it killed my family…!" Jim told him, as he got up and cleaned the tears straining down his cheeks.

"Lori!" Rick called out.

Like the day they had met, Rick dashed madly towards his wife and clutched her and his son Carl in a tightened hug. "Rick! You…you saved us…I…I…"

"Ssh, shh…it's okay." Rick soothed her, stroking her ebony hair. "We found T-Dog. They're all dead. Everything's alright."

Mark and Glenn appeared in the scene, Mark nervously scratching his forearm. "We got T-Dog in the RV. Let him rest." Glenn awkwardly affirmed.

But in Rick's strong shoulder, Lori spotted something nobody did. Mark's sleeve was soaked in blood, drips of it pouring down of it. And in a quick glimpse, she saw a bite mark around his wrist. It looked like a circle of tiny cuts.

"Oh my God!" Lori gasped, catching everyone's attention and throwing all eyes towards Mark. "Mark! You've been bitten."

"What? What?" Mark inquired, his forehead sweating violently as his voice stuttered. "It's…it's not true! It's just a scratch!"

"Then show us!" Jacqui ordered.

The frightened crowd gazed at Mark in fear and in a strong anxiety. Mark gulped, he was out of options. He stared at his feet as he felt terrified to the point he almost lost control of his bladder. When he pulled up his sleeve, he revealed his wrist, that had been almost totally ripped off and was bleeding heavily. Mark shook and became pale from the blood loss, the cold temperature and the shock.

"S-see? J-just a scratch?" Mark stammered.

The next day wasn't a happy one. The precipitation of snow had gotten worse, the land being painted in a thick layer of ice. Morales, Allen and Jim had a lot of difficulty in digging the necessary graves, which were used for Ed and Amy. The only people that gathered around Ed's grave were Carol and Sophia, who didn't even cry no more. The rest of the group, however, mourned over Amy. Especially Andrea, who was kneeled right next to the cross in which her name was written. She had stopped crying, but she was closed in herself and her eyes were red like tomatoes.

It was even worst whenever someone looked at Mark. He had become paler and trembled all the time. His injury had been nursed with a rag, but they all knew that he was done for. The families, such as Lee and Clementine (they could be considered as family) shared a blanket to keep themselves warmer. The wind blew like it was whistling.

Even T-Dog had found the strength to come.

"She always had something to say." Shane spoke, his breath converting into vapor. "That's one thing I loved about Amy. When we were all shook up…or too preoccupied…she said something. She made us laugh. Lightened up the mood. No matter what. I…I wish she was here now."

"We may have not gotten along, but I loved her. I love everyone here." Donna now expressed, hugging her kids and her husband. "We all lean on each other, need each other. This is hard on us all, but she seemed to take it in stride. We could all learn something from her."

"She was a pretty girl. Smart too." Jim said in a kind way. "She shoulda been going to college…living her life…being young…being happy…this should've never have happened…she didn't deserve this…nobody deserves this."

All eyes fell upon Jim, who had finished his speech and regarded the ground in grief. Morales and his family did a quiet prier. "En nombre del Padre, del Hijo , del Espíritu Santo. Amen." Morales blessed.

"Amen." Everybody chanted.

"She came into my life at a time I was ready to die." Dale added, standing close to Andrea. "I'll never be able to thank her. She gave me the will to live."

"We'll all miss her. Let her soul rest in peace." Rick voiced this time around.

One by one, the different members of the group began turning around, marching back to camp in their desperate situation. Rick halted when he saw Andrea was staying back and not coming along. "Andrea?"

His call had no response. He decided that perhaps it was best to let her say her proper goodbyes. Before leaving, Daryl approached the grave and tossed a flower on it.

"Hey Lee. Got a sec'?" Carley quizzed Lee.

Lee pulled Clementine closer to him for warmth, like they were penguins. "Yeah. What's up?"

"Back when the walkers attacked…me and Doug…we were both in trouble." She muttered. "You picked me. Why?"

Lee stayed silent for a few seconds. "I didn't pick you. It was an instinct. I was gonna save you both. Thankfully Jim arrived in time."

"But you helped me first." She recalled.

"I did."

"I just think it'd be best if you checked on Doug." She advised. "Make sure he's taking it well and if he's on good terms with you."

"I will. Thanks, Carley." He thanked.

"You're welcome." She flatly said.

"C'mon, let's go back. Are you okay?" Lee enquired, gaping down at Clementine's small figure.

"I liked Amy." She whispered briefly.

"So did I, Clem. But don't worry. I won't let the same happen to you." Lee reassured her.

"Are you okay? Do you need more blankets?" Katjaa asked Mark, who was cuddled in his cot inside his tent. His eyes had developed signs of fatigue, he was drowning in sweat and his voice was feeble.

"No, no…I'm fine…" Mark murmured in a dragged breath.

"This should cool your face a little." Katjaa said as she deposited a wet rag on Mark's forehead.

"Thanks…" He muttered, barely cracking a grin. "One of the pilots back at Robin's…first guy I saw turn. When he was attacked, he turned within a few hours. No one survives past a day…not after being bitten…"

"Maybe you're lucky…" Katjaa tried to comfort him, although she felt extremely pessimist. "Maybe you won't turn. Nobody knows anything for sure."

"Yeah…" Mark sarcastically maintained, sparing his forces.

Katjaa headed towards the exit in a crawl. "If you need anything, just give us a yell. Someone will come get me if I don't hear."

Katjaa got on her feet as she zipped the tent behind her. She compressed the scarf around her neck, and approached Lee, Kenny and Allen who waited outside.

"How is he hon'?" Kenny questioned, taking a step forward.

"Worse." She affirmed.

Lee sighed, squeezing his nose bridge in frustration. "How much time has he?"

"If what Dale said about his wife was true, he hasn't got long to live." Katjaa conjectured with a sorrowful expression. "He told us his wife turned in half a day. Mark's going through the same, but it's taking longer. He says his whole body is freezing, but if you touch him you'll burn your hand!"

"You did all you could Katjaa…" Kenny lowly encouraged, pulling her in for a hug.

"I'm gonna go relieve Morales." Allen told Lee, turning around and strolling toward the RV. "Morales' been keeping watch for a while."

Kenny gradually detached from Katjaa. "Go on and check on Duck. I'll be right behind you."

Katjaa twirled in the opposite direction, and departed towards the set of tents, stepping on the snowflakes that crunched with each step. Kenny smiled as he watched her, before he paced towards Lee and lent him a hand.

"I never properly thanked you for saving my family." Kenny elaborated. Lee arched his arm and shook Kenny's hand with a firm grip.

"Think nothing of it." He modestly said. "We look out for each other, don't we?"

"We do." Kenny agreed with a nod, before his expression exchanged from friendly to a more funereal one. Lee know he was going to do or say something that would be shocking. "Look, Lee…back in that attack…you saved my family…they're breathing in this moment here because of you. Only that earns you a place on my book."

"A place on what?" Lee repeated in a confused tone. "I don't think I'm followin'."

"Look, I think it's pretty obvious, but our situation is very precarious here." Kenny elucidated, Lee frowning an eyebrow in anticipation. "This place ain't safe, and the military ain't rollin' through like Shane imagines. Nah, I've given up on that idea a while ago. We need to get off the mainland."

"Get to the point, Ken."

"If you want, you can leave with us." Kenny finally confessed. Lee rose his eyebrows in disbelief and waved the wriggles in his forehead. "We can head towards some city near water. Get a boat for us. It'll be safer for us to be on open water than out here. If you want, you can also bring Clementine with you. Perhaps someone else you care about."

"Look, Ken…don't get me wrong…but this is a bit too much for me to digest at the moment." Lee professed, passing a hand through his wooly hair.

Kenny was silent for a few seconds. "Of course. Think about it, sleep on it. But I can clearly see my family ain't safe here. I'm not sure if I want to stay for much longer. Make your mind up if you wanna join in."

Lee stormed inside the RV, having a purpose in mind. Kenny's proposal lingered in the back of his mind. In his perception, Kenny was an honest, hard-working, loyal man. To him it seemed he liked everyone in the camp. But he could recognize his wish to keep his family safe no matter what. And he knew that if he was making the decision to leave, it was for the well-being of his family.

"Doug? You here?" Lee catechized, shutting the door behind him. As he walked around the corner of the vintage RV, he spotted Doug reading a book on the table. He hoisted his nerdy eyes towards Lee.

"Oh Lee…" He greeted.

"I'm not interrupting your lecture, am I?" He asked, halting dead on his tracks.

"Oh no, absolutely not." He guaranteed in an embarrassed tone, dropping the book on the table. "I wasn't even concentrated enough to get past the first page."

Lee approached the chair parallel to him. "Mind if I sit?"

"Go ahead." He sputtered, avoiding eye contact.

Lee dropped his ass on the chair. "So, Doug…how you holdin' up?"

"F-fine, I guess…" He alleged, in a lying and non-convincing voice. "It's…scary to think I nearly lost my life…y'know…like seeing the light at the end of the tunnel…"

"I know that feeling…" He concurred, his brains flushing with memories of when he fell off his horse in Atlanta and had been almost devoured by that horde if it hadn't been for Glenn.

"I just…feel bad for Mark. He's such a good guy." Doug admitted, scrubbing his eye.

"Me too." Lee nodded. "Look, Doug…I came here to talk to you. Yesterday, back in the attack, I was confronted with a difficult choice. To help Carley or you. I chose Carley, but not over preference or anything. It was merely an instinct, an impulse, a spur of the moment. I just wanna check that there are no hard-feelings."

"Yeah, don't worry. No hard-feelings." Doug mumbled. "Don't, uh…I actually preferred you picked her. I would've felt guilty if she had died."

"Okay. Well, Doug, I'm gonna go." Lee concluded, as he got up and patted Doug's shoulder. "Stay strong there, bud. We're here for you. I now gotta go meet up with Rick, Shane and Carl. A hunting trip awaits us."

After they were all equipped with rifles, Lee, Rick, Shane – accompanied by little apprentice Carl – they all headed into the woods. The foggy environment made it harder than usual to see animals, and they didn't have their hopes up.

"We're not having much luck, are we?" Lee groaned, scoping the trees for animals.

"We don't have to get as much as usual. Amy's dead and Mark's too sick to eat." Carl coldly specified.

"I know, Carl…I know…" Rick rumbled, wanting to change the subject.

"GODDAMMIT RICK!" Shane unexpectedly yelled, making Lee flinch a little. "It isn't my fuckin' fault!"

"Like hell it isn't!" Rick stepped right in front of Shane in a hostile manner, almost jabbing his finger up Shane's eyes. "I told you this was going to happen! We're not safe here! How many more people have to die before you realize that?!"

"Wow, guys, let's take a step back on…"

"If I thought we could survive on our own I'd take Carl and Lori and leave the rest of you here!" Rick hissed in Shane's face, muffling Lee's intervention. "We need to get outta here Shane! Let's siphon what little we have from them cars and put it into Dale's camper and go! Today! Right now! Let's just get away from the city, find someplace safe!"

"Think Rick!" Shane reciprocated, bolting his finger on his temple to illustrate his argument. "We'll be lost out there. The army is going to drive through here any day now with supplies and shelter and all this will just go away! I don't want to risk being out on the country! I don't want to risk being left behind!"

"What are you basing that on?!" Rick demanded. Lee paced forward to essay to stop the discussion, but failed once again. "What indication do we have that we're not the only survivors?! What was that attack on the camp?! We know nothing about them! We're not safe."

Just when Rick finished arguing, Rick twitched his head around and saw Carl with his cheeks streaming of tears, escaping back to camp. "Carl!" He called him, before he chased him.

Lee sighed and buried his face in his palm. The group's tension was rising by the moment, and he was afraid that the contents under pressure could pop at any moment.

Lee returned back to camp. To be honest, he wasn't feeling so good. Not only because of the cold, but all of the bad things happening at the same time. The ambience around him was really phasing him.

"Lee!" Clementine exclaimed, approaching her guardian and clinging onto his hand.

"Hey there sweetie." He said without any emotion.

"Morales was looking for you." She informed him.

Lee nodded in comprehension. He strolled towards the RV, where he perceived Morales with his arms crossed, while Mark was being hauled by Jim and Daryl. "My God…he die?"

"No…" Morales professed, facing Lee. "He told us his last dying wish was for us to leave him leaned up against a tree."

"What?!"

"Yeah…we decided to do it, because…well, we couldn't deny the man his last wish." Morales disclosed.

"I'll talk to him." Lee clarified, before he peaked at Clementine. "Are you sure you want to see Mark? It might be a scary picture."

"It's okay."

With that answer, Lee penetrated Atlanta's niveous forest, where he saw Jim and Daryl positing Mark among the trees. "Mark. I've heard that you wanted to be left out here. Is that correct?"

"Please, Lee…I won't be talked out of it…" Mark beseeched, his skin paler than the snow and his voice almost imperceptible with the bad weather. "I just…want peace…for this to finish."

"Okay…" Lee stuttered, the lump in his throat began growing. He blinked heavily when he felt a tear falling down his cheek. "Thanks for everything Mark…goodbye…"

Lee and Clementine turned around and abandoned the scene. Jim soon followed, and Daryl threw at Mark a nod of pure respect. As Mark saw the three men depart, he looked towards the sky. And only then, as the snow froze his entire body, the infection turned his bones into glass, his eyeballs carrying tons of tears and the lump in his throat, he noticed how the sky was so beautiful. In its diamond and cyan nuances, hidden by the broad clouds.

He finally felt at peace.

Grief never ends…but it changes. It's a passage, not a place to stay. Grief is not a sign of weakness, nor a lack of faith. It's the price of love.

A few minutes later, little did the survivors know that utopia was going to break apart.

Rick stomped the snow on his way towards Shane. "We need to talk Shane."

"Talk about what?" He grunted, pretending to be a fool.

"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK?!"

That moment, those exact words, created a click inside Shane's mind. A snap. He was invaded by an array of emotions, that pierced his very heart. Grief, sorrow, jealousy, everything. Those feelings were the things that drove Shane's fist onto Rick's face.

Rick staggered backwards, as a trail of blood ejaculated out of his mouth. "IT WASN'T MY MOTHERFUCKIN' FAULT!" Shane howled, at the top of his lungs so loud the entire camp jumped in fright.

"You son of a bitch!" Lori insulted, as she scratched Shane's face with her sharp nails.

Shane screamed, as he took a few steps back and involved the two scratches with his palm. Lori approached Rick and held him in her arms. "Stay away from him!"

What the hell was he doing? Everybody was incredulously staring at him. Why didn't Lori love him? After all he had done for her and Carl…she was so ungrateful that it broke Shane's heart like he had been stabbed with a dagger. Now there was only an empty space inside him. An empty space and pure rage for Rick.

He behold the massive crowd. Dozens of acquainted faces looking at him like he was some kind of monster. The shame was too much, and a river of tears began blurting out of his eyes.

"Fuck this!" He clamored, as he spun around and thundered towards the woods.

Rick sighed, feeling the inside of his cranium full of tears. "Shane, wait!" He yelped, still having concern for his friend before he followed Shane. Lori collapsed onto her knees on the snow, sobbing heavily.

Carol, Donna and Katjaa came to her aid. "Lori, sweetie, what's wrong?" Donna inquired, trying to calm her down.

"What's happening to us…?" Lori rhetorically asked. "It's never going to be the same…just look at us…"

Rick brushed past all of the foliage, just as he was catching up to Shane. He could predict that his face was a terrible mess of tears and snot. "Shane! Stop! Stop!" Rick instructed loudly like a sergeant shouting orders to his soldiers.

"WHAT DO YOU WANT?!" Shane hollered in an angry tone. Rick was beyond than shocked when Shane raised his rifle towards him like a madman. "You come to rip my heart right out of my chest!?"

"Shane, Jesus, what are you talking about?!" Rick demanded, putting his hands in the air and speaking in a more cautious tone. "Be careful with that thing!"

"GO AHEAD AND RIP IT OUT!" Shane conveyed, his large jaw opening out wide as he mouthed his phrases. He wrapped his fingers around the area of his heart. "I don't fucking need it anymore! Take it! TAKE IT!"

"Shane, can you…please just lower the gun?!" Rick pleaded, but Shane firmly kept the gun in place.

"Oh, you really did it for me buddy!" He blamed him, his volume scaring a batch of crows away. "Yes you did it! Oh, you really did it! I'M NOTHING NOW RICK! NOTHING! I'VE GOT NOTHING RICK! NO FRIENDS! NO FAMILY! NO RESPECT! NO FUCKING LIFE! THIS FUCKIN WORLD! THIS FUCKING GOD-FORSAKEN FUCKING WORLD OF SHIT! THERE'S NOTHING FOR ME RICK! NOTHING! I thought I could make it! I thought I could hold out until they rescued us…they would've brought us nice beds! Hot showers! Everything would then be okay! They were coming Rick!"

"We still are Shane! We're gonna be fine!" Rick assured him, always careful not to do any sudden moves.

"I can't live like this Rick!" Shane acknowledged, in his usual furious and pity tone. "I thought I could, but I can't! I thought I could…and I did. Everything was going so good. She would have come around eventually…I know it…she would have…" His voice was becoming calmer and more suave by the moment, but the gun still fiddling in his fingers.

"What?"

"Everything was so perfect…" Shane sobbed, hiccupping and sniffling. But his fury came back, and he tilted his gun again towards Rick. "Until you came back!"

"Shane, don't…please, don't do this…!" Rick begged, hoping that Shane would still have the humanity to not shoot him.

"No Rick! This is the only way!" Shane argued, readying himself to fire. "This is what has to happen…you weren't meant to came back…you weren't meant to live!"

A gunshot rang out. Rick flinched in his place, but then he noticed that he had not been shot. He twisted his head upwards, standing in his straight posture, and saw that a bullet had gone through Shane's neck. His eyelids opened to an erratic pattern, before he gurgled as he drowned in his own blood. Shane's dead body lost life as his spirit left his cadaver.

"Don't hurt my daddy again!" Carl roared with tears piling up in his eyes, as his Glock 17 had its barrel smoking.

Carl let go of the gun, and sprinted towards Rick. They locked each other in a very tight hug, as Shane's drenched corpse collided with the floor. "Oh son…"

"It's not like killing the dead ones, daddy…" Carl revealed, sniffing with the anguish of having murdered a living person.

"It never should be, son…it never should be…"

After Rick had finished that sentence, Lee came storming in, slowly assimilating the scene of what had happened. He stood, immobile in his place like a statue, with his jaw dropped and his eyelids extended. "Oh my God…"

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"Morgan." Rick spoke into his walkie-talkie. "I don't if you hear me out there. But if you still aren't dead…pay attention to what I'm about to say. Don't go to Atlanta. It was a lie. Place's overrun. Military's fallen. It's a death trap. My group and I are going away. We're heading towards the CDC. I wish you luck."

Everybody piled up inside their vehicles, Dale's RV being the one that was almost fully crammed. "Let's go guys. Don't look back." Lee told everyone, as the engines roared back to life.

"Why did Shane do that?" Clementine asked.

"It's complicated, sweet pea." Lee explained. "Shane had his motives. He thought that he had nothing to live for. The way he felt led him into making a mistake. It just happened to have cost his life."

"We need to find food, Lee. Soon." Kenny warned.

"Hi! I'm Andrew St. John, and this here is my brother Danny." The two strangers introduced themselves.

"It's beautiful." Rick praised the landscape of the dairy.

"You don't fuck with us!" A voice shouted from the woods, before arrows began raining on Lee and his comrade.

"I'm pregnant Rick." Lori told her husband.

"Oh shit!" Daryl hollered, facing the shocking revelation. He twirled around and ran back to the group in a hurry. He had to warn them.

"Don't…eat…dinner…"

"I'm opening those doors for you. You're grateful to me now. A day will come in which you won't."

The many members of the group were crouching behind improvised cover, as the incoming bandits poured a wave of bullets on top of them.

"GIVE UP THIS PLACE OR YOU DIE!" The leader yelled.

Kenny shoved a rifle into Lee's arms. "Quick. Take this and cover our people. I'ma gon' start up the RV!"

THE WALKING DEAD

VOLUME/SEASON/EPISODE 2 – STARVED MILES

COMING SOON

A/N: So, guys, as you can see this arc of the story is concluded. I'm quite happy about how it turned out, and I hope you enjoyed it as well. I would like to thank all of you for your support, you guys have been awesome! There might be a break now for me to plan the rest, but I left you this trailer to keep you guys wondering. See you next time!