LEON'S POV:

This was one of the many, many nights I couldn't fall asleep, not after what happened. Eve, my best friend's wife, who was carrying his child, was now dead, and even worse, the fetus was stolen. All because we thought the Revivalists wouldn't come after us, but they did in an admittedly genius way.

"Leon, it's time to come out." I heard Nicole speak up from behind me. "Leave me alone." I mumbled, and Nicole kneeled behind me. "Leon, I'm sorry, but she's gone." Nicole spoke. "It's alright to be sad."

"The only thing that can make me feel better is cutting that motherfucker's head off!" I yelled. "That'll make things better!" Nicole flinched at my reaction. "Leon, that's easier said, rather than done." I slammed my fist on the ground. "We'll find a way, we'll find a way to get revenge for Eve, and everyone else who died!"

"The way we'll get our revenge is escaping with Tyler, ruining their plans." Nicole responded. "It won't matter, he'll find a way to preach his bullshit, and kill so many innocent lives in the process!" I yelled back. "Leon, calm down." Nicole spoke, and that caused me to wheel around and glare at her. "Listen to me, the only way we can fucking get back at them is to kill the Emperor, he's the source of all the fucking problems we have!"

"What do you mean?" Nicole asked bewildered. "He's probably going to get his clan together, march over here, and mow us all down and add us to this 'wall' he gets so hard over!" I exclaimed. "It won't matter if the chopper gets here if his posse mows us all down, and if they get their hands on the chopper, it's going to be absolute hell!"

Nicole sighed. "You're right, we need to end the Emperor, but we need to do so without risking Tyler or the chopper, so you got an idea?" I shook my head. "I'm the fucking brawn, the brains were…" I paused for a moment. "...Matt…"

"Leon, if you form a plan, we'll be able to avenge Eve and Matt's kid, don't you want that?" I nodded. "You want to make Matt proud, don't you?" I paused at Matt's name. "He's not dead." Nicole sighed. "Leon, if you want to make Matt proud, you'll accept that he died."

"He's not dead!" I yelled. "He's not dead, not dead, not…" I paused as soon as I saw Nicole's gaze. "...he's not dead, he can't be…" I felt tears come to my eyes as I began to accept the cold, harsh reality.

Matt was dead, and he wasn't coming back.

I collapsed to the floor and began to wail in mourning. Nicole wrapped her arms around me, and I felt her cheek next to mine. "He's gone…" I moaned. "God dammit, I had one job and it was to find him!"

"Leon, I'm so sorry…" Nicole whispered as she ran her fingers through my hair, feeling the knots be painfully pried apart. But I didn't care, because not only did I fail Matt, I failed Eve too. Hell, this started to remind me of everyone I had lost when Matt was still around. Fiona, Ray, Chris, Samuel, Charlie, all of them could've been saved. Maybe if I helped Fiona, she'd be here. Maybe if I kept a closer eye on Penelope, Ray would still be here. Maybe if I calmed Chris down, he'd be here. Maybe if I stayed outside with Drew and Samuel, the latter would be alive, and maybe if Charlie came with me and Matt, he would be alive.

It was my fault all of them died, and maybe Matt's and Eve's death were karma towards me and me only. "Nicole, I'm sorry for shooting at you…" I mumbled. "It's alright Leon, it's all good…" Nicole pressed her lips to my cheek, and hugged me tighter as tears kept dripping from my eyes.

I'll survive, for Matt.

KAITLYN'S POV:

"Sal, you in here?" I asked, hearing nothing in response. Usually, I wouldn't be worried about Sal, considering he usually was confident and strong, but after yesterday, I wasn't so sure. I mean, who wouldn't be traumatized by seeing someone crucified and gutted, let alone that person being your own brother.

I heard the sound of glass shattering, and I moved quickly towards the noise. Another one, this time from behind the radio station door. I slowly creaked open the door, and saw Sal, sitting there chucking empty beer bottles at the wall, leaving stains on the brick. His eyes were puffy and bloodshot, bile splattered his chest, and his knuckles were bleeding. I saw him pick up another bottle of beer, chug it down, then chuck it at the wall.

"Sal!" I rushed over to him and took a beer bottle away just as he was about to chug it down. Sal simply glanced over at me with a vacant expression, and I then noticed a small cut on his forehead, looking like he had began beating his head against a wall.

"They fucking killed him…" Sal moaned. "Those fucking cunts killed him!" Sal slammed his fist on a beer bottle, causing it to shatter and a few shards of glass became embedded in his skin. He didn't seem to care however.

"I know you're not doing well-" I began to speak before he cut me off. "Well tell me something I don't fucking know!" Sal yelled. "Why not tell me that the Revivalists are still out there, why not tell me that twelve people died last night, why not tell me that Alex is dead?!" I raised a brow at the name of Alex. "Who's that?" I asked, and Sal glared at me. "It's Lex's real fucking name, he always loved Lex Luthor, so I began calling him Lex, and soon everyone started calling him it." Sal sighed. "But what the fuck does that matter, he's fucking dead because we decided to get real fucking cozy with our thumbs up our asses!"

"We deserved a day to celebrate Sal, no one would have known the Emperor snuck in." I explained. "We could've sent two or more people to go with the son of a bitch, talk to him, we wouldn't have dealt with the deaths, he could've easily been taken down, but no, let's go one at a fucking time and get our throats slit!"

Sal chucked another beer bottle at the wall. "Sal, stop throwing that stuff." I requested, and Sal glared at me. "What the fuck am I supposed to do then, jack off?" I nearly laughed at that comment, but Sal's stare prevented me from doing so. "Oh sure, let me just tug my dick like a shotgun, all the while the image of my little brother fucking dead gets fucking printed into my mind!"

"I never said you should, you need to get up, the chopper should be here soon." I tried reaching for his arm, but he jerked it away. "I'm not going, I'm going to die here with my brother." I shook my head. "Sal, please-" Sal slammed his fist against the wall again. "I'm staying here, waiting to fucking die, just let me die!" I took a deep breath, and I suddenly felt a surge of anger course through me.

I proceeded to punch Sal in the jaw, causing him to fall back in surprise. "What the fuck?!" Sal asked in disbelief. "Don't you fucking dare say that!" I yelled. "How dare you demand to stay here and give up!" Sal glared at me. "I made my decision, and I'm sticking with it." I wasn't backing down.

"You don't get to be a selfish bastard when you lose someone you care about!" I yelled. "When you lost Constantine, you didn't give up, you kept fighting, when Matt died, you kept fighting, all this time, when something bad happened, you kept fighting for the honor of the people you loved!"

I saw a smile tug at Sal's lips. "You're going to get on that chopper, you're a soldier, not a coward, you're getting on that chopper because you want to honor Lex and everyone who died on the journey to survival!" I grabbed his shirt, despite the bile on it. "A soldier never backs down, a soldier fights to the end!" Sal grinned, and nodded. "You're right Kaitlyn, what kind of soldier would I be if I let the death of a family member get me down, a soldier fights on despite the problems, despite the death, despite there being no hope, soldiers fight!"

A popping sound jarred us out of our senses, and we heard the fast pitter-patter of footsteps from outside moving towards the gate. Seeing no other option, Sal and I ran outside as well, and I felt my heart jump into my throat at what we saw.

They're here. The Revivalists are here.

STATS

Alive

Unknown

Dead

Undead

ALABAMA: Leon, Chloe, Will, Timothy, Matt, Jake, Mitch

TYLER'S GROUP: Tyler, Franklin, Marvin

DREW'S GROUP: Drew, Samuel, Fiona

THOMPSON'S GROUP: Roy, Derek, Josh, Yvonne, Abby, Erik, Thompson

ELI'S GROUP: Jenny, Eli, Chris

NICOLE'S GROUP: Nicole, Ray, Charlie

PENELOPE'S GROUP: Terrance, Harley, Garrison, Maria, Bernard, Pete, Penelope, Zoey, Brady, Michael, Lola, Ross, Thomas, Wendell, Todd, Ernie, Paul.

THE WOODS: Henry

HEATH'S GROUP: Heath, Beth, Jack, Bayley, Vanessa, Bill, Peter, Samson

THE BANDITS: Elroy, Dan, Tara, Kimmy, Reese, Kal, Ross, Amelia, Jorge, Oliver, Walt.

JOHN'S GROUP: Noah, John, Xander, Alice, James.

CONSTANTINE: Sal, Kaitlyn, Zack, Riley, Issac, Eve, Pierce, Curtis, Bryan, Jeff, Gavin, Frank, Brianna, Brittany, Janet, Jack, Tyson, Zeke, Alicia, Philip, Gwen, Dennis, Tony, Trent.

INVADERS: Fredrick, Sally, Harold, Miranda, Kathy, Robert, Steven, Joe, Verne, Andre, Brie, Jacob, Luther.

HOWE'S: Quinn, Gage, Paige, Lex, Garrett, Kirby, Haley, Ben.

CODY'S GROUP: Cody, Tyrone, Mitchell, Eugene.

BENJI'S GROUP: Benji, Aiko, Hiroto, Takeda, Rico, Logan, Kanna, Yuuto, Mika

THE MILITARY BASE: Cindy, Sasha, Homer, Gabe, Sean, Chloe, Megan, Bert, Ronald, Joshua, Nikki, Kent, Conrad, Harriett, Ryan, Wesley

THE REVIVALISTS: Seth, Fred, Darrius, Holly, Joel, Joan, Ed, Louis, Erick, Lila, Jeanette, Clyde, Steve, Mary, Alexa, Mike, Craig, Brent, Victoria, Cora, Tara, Gregory, Nick, Dan, Jason, Adriana, Jeanie, Darrel, Xavier, Horace, Carson, Sandra, Kayla, Antonio, Doug, Richard, Milo, Judy, Marcel, Earl, Dean, Shane, Bryon, Perry, Hunter, Mia, Keith, Al, Noel

WELLINGDON: Connor, Hanson