The helicopter slowly lowered on the upper slope of the beach and one the engine was killed the blades swirling around came to a stop.

At first everything was still, the only sounds were the tides slowly being brought back and forth, and the thin cry of birds flying up ahead.

Ana sat in her seat for a few minuets, not saying a word or even making an attempt to move, she felt frozen and stuck to her seat. Everything seemed so still...no movement, no voices...dead.

She closed her eyes and prayed to God that she would find her son's body laying in the shade of one of the palm trees, his skeleton looking up at her, asking "Why didn't you come back for me?" "Why did you waste your time trying to forget me?"

But then again that's how she thought she would find the remains of the man who she had her son with, laying on the dock, sun bleached and left alone...forgotten.

But when she flew past it there wasn't anything, no dried blood, no body...but then again it had been five years, maybe that was for the best.

So she slowly opened the door to the chopper and set foot on the place she once called home.

She started to walk towards the camps, in hope that they would still be standing, she took in everything as she walked forward down the old beaten path, the sights, sounds, and smells of everything she had missed.

She had missed this place, and the feeling of being safe.

Over the past five months she had gone through a lot, passing deserted cities and towns, once and a while looking down at the lifeless zombies limping through the streets without any purpose.

The times she had to camp out in the middle of no where, her riffle always close and his eyes wife open until sleep won the battle of fear.

The stops for food and water, and most of all fuel, always thinking that she might not make it...she hadn't run into anyone since, was this really it? The end of the world?

During that time she had decided that she was going to keep the baby. She had every reason not to...but something clicked through her mind. So many people were dead, and this was going to be her second time around to give life...she wasn't going to pass up on the chance to love this baby with all her heart and give it the best life she ever could.

Her first delivery had been rough, she almost died in the process...now she was going to even risk having the baby by herself?

But none of that seemed to matter, she was going to love this baby, as much as she loved Hunter.

Now here she walked into camp, eight months pregnant and thinking back on the day it all started, laying in bed with Luis before they heard the door slowly swing open.

That's when her biggest problem was her dull marriage, and the thought of escaping one day. But didn't she do that? Escape?

She had survived, took charge and dealt with everything that had happened, she had fallen in love with a complete stranger and lost him as soon as it happened. Gave birth, and lost the babies...all but Hunter, her son.

She had lived in peace with this family, all until it crashed down, then was beaten, raped and taken far away until another group of strangers took her in.

She had fallen in love again, but knew she wouldn't be able to live with herself if she never even went back to see if Hunter had made it...her everything in life.

She tricked the man who had fallen in love with her, all because she knew he wouldn't of been able to understand a mother's love and carried his unborn child across the country, all to find what might be her son's body.

Then what?

Return to the bunker? No she couldn't...she would stay here and try and have her baby, and raise it as good as she could by herself and teach it how to be strong, and how to stay alive like her.

She then looked around and saw all the cabins and hunts still standing, still kept up and the feeling that death wasn't around...someone was still here.

Her heart started to speed up.

Crickets sang in the background and she walked forward, scared and full of hope.

She kept walking until somehting caught her eye...she stopped dead in her tracks and saw it was a grave.

A wooden cross stuck in the ground and a large dark man had his back facing her and was kneeling down, resting fresh beach wild flowers on the grave.

Ana just stood there and watched as the person laid the flowers there and then slowly stood up.

A small smile came over her face and then he turned and both locked eyes.

They didn't say anything, she took a step forward and so didn't he. When they reached each other, face to face they saw how much time had past, and what was different.

Tears slowly slid down their cheeks and then He put his arms around her and brought her in closer.

"Hello Ana."

"Hello Kenneth." She said as she rested her head on his shoulder.