Ana still stood at the back of the boat watching Michael as Steve's boat slowly treaded out of the bay. The soft sounds of the lapping water hitting the boat seemed to fade in and out as Ana's mind went completely blank.

Her large soft blue eyes locked with him as he got smaller and smaller on the dock, the black smoke coming from the destroyed bus seemed to slowly rise behind him.

"CJ is dead, Steve is dead, Monica is dead, Glen is dead..."

The names of her friends flashed by in her thoughts knowing in just a matter of ten minuets their life's were lost and gone forever.

But the only feeling of loss she had right now was watching Michael.

He seemed to look frozen there, standing up straight...trying his best to still look strong for her.

Why him? She asked herself as her heart lurched forward and she felt herself get stick.

She tried to block it all out, it had to be a dream? Michael was to good a man to die and leave her alone.

She tried to remember all the good times they had, all the time they smiled at each other, or slept in the same bed...all the times they would look at each other, wanting to say so much more.

She held on tighter to one of the ropes that held up the sails and tried to keep herself from passing out.

"Please God...stop this." She begged as she watched the one man she grew to love the most stay behind and watch her go.

"I don't wanna be alone..." Tears pushed back and forward as she started to shake.

He then reached behind his shirt and took something out from the back of his shirt. The flash of silver danced across the golden crystal water and hit her eyes.

"What's that?" She asked herself and seemed to lean forward.

The flash of silver slowly was being raised...

"Is that a gun?" Her heart started to pound...she didn't know he was going to do it now.

But she didn't get enough time, not enough time to tell him how much she loved him, not enough time to really answer the question he asked back on the stairwell...not enough time to be with him.

He then pointed it under his chin and looked at her one last time, a look of loss and broken promisees.

He then looked up at the bright blue sky, the same color of her eyes and waited a minute.

That's when everything stood still. The sound of the zombies faded out and the soft cries of birds above took over with the soft ringing bell on the front of the boat.

The lapping water seemed to fill her ears and she looked at him one last time and took a deep breath...

"I'm sorry Michael...I ruined everything."

Then he fired the gun and Ana's eyes snapped shut, once she saw him drop down like a rag doll.

One-second ago he was a healthy forty year old who's heart was beating strong and he was very much alive.

Now...

Once the hard lead of the bullet went up through his skull and exploded, all left of the old Michael was gone, he fell to the ground lifeless and would never be with her again.

She heard Nicole muffle a cry as Terry held her harder, trying his best to look away as Kenneth pulled the engine into gear and the soft steady hum of the boat started.

Kenneth was a good man and liked Michael very much, but he knew they all had to go on...that's what everyone would have wanted, he never turned back once.

Nicole's soft cries were growing soft as Terry rocked her back and forth and told her everything was going to be all right.

"Ana it's okay, everything is going to be all right."

"No...it won't."

Ana heard ringing though her head and then slowly opened her eyes.

The boat was just leaving the bay and was picking up speed, The thick black smoke was rising higher into the clear blue sky and disappearing once the sun hit it.

Everything still seemed to still, almost as if it was another normal day at the docks...to early for anyone to start fishing yet or to enjoy this beautiful summer day.

Her eyes scanned all of the empty boats and then came back to the dock where Michael had been...everything looked so small now.

She saw his shoes, laying straight...and one of his arms hanging half on, half off the dock.

It just hung there, his finger tips a few inches away from the clear blue water...so lifeless and dead.

That was the arm he was bit on...and even if it looked like a tiny smudge, she thought she could still see that ugly bleeding bite mark that caused her all this pain.

Her eyes filled all the way with tears and she could feel her chest hitching, ready to start breaking down.

"Why?" She asked herself again.

Was Michael ready dead?

No, he couldn't be...God wouldn't do that to her.

She then felt the sick tossing in her stomach again and she leaned her head forward and tried to throw up, but nothing came...only a dry heave and then she shut her eyes again.

"It's all going to be a dream Ana...he's okay." She kept telling herself in the darkness that surrounded her, but why wouldn't her heart stop hurting?

But she just stood there, she didn't care if her legs were shaking and left like water, she didn't care that silent tears kept running down her face...she didn't care about anything since she thought if she kept her eyes shut long enough...Michael would come back to her.