They made it.

"Daddy do you think this boat will run?"

Michael wiped the oil off his hands from a spear rag he had found in one of the rusting tool boxes he found laying around.

"This one will...so won't those over there, the engines were built not to rot out, anyways this isn't salt water...salt water tends to do that."

Hunter sat in the small metal speed boat and sat on one of the seats.

Fall was here.

A small chill was coming through the warm sunny air every once and a while, it seemed just like yesterday that they had started out in late May, and here they were in November.

The city was now just a rotting rusty skeleton that used to be filled with millions of people. There wasn't any zombies.

They had almost died out, it was just a matter of time.

The docks somehow gave Michael a slight chill, almost six years ago he saw himself and the others running out of the bus and towards the boats.

He eyed the dock he had shot himself on.

He sighed and then looked down at his son.

"Come on buddy...it's now our turn."

He jumped into the boat and hold Hunter to hold on, he then started the engine, and with a roar it came to life after all these years and they went speeding through the crystal clear water, bumping up and down through waves.

The wind hit them as they drove through, Hunter pointing where to go.

Michael wished that this whole thing hadn't of happened, he wished that day he went with the others, he couldn't even believe what Ana must have been thinking as they drove forward, thinking he was dead.

He held his son tighter, feeling a heavy weight inside him.

Then Hunter screamed...

"THAT'S IT!"

Michael slowed down and looked.

There it was...the island.

He gulped and at first felt sick inside...after six long eyes, there it was.

It looked beautiful.

There was two choppers parked on the beach.

"You sure?"

Hunter's eyes became wide and he started to stand, before Michael told him to stay put.

They slowly drove to shore, the water lapping against the sides of the boat.

Once the water became shallow, Michael hopped out of the boat, letting his shoes and half of his jeans get wet, he sunk down in the soft sand under the water and took hold of the boat and slowly walked to shore, dragging it with all his strength.

He then got it to shore, and pulled it far enough it, the warm sand stick to the bottom of his jeans and shoes.

He then opened his arms and Hunter jumped out.

Both stood there for a second, Michael's hands on his shoulders as they looked around.

"You sure this is it?"

Hunter nodded.

Michael eyed the choppers, and then felt the pistol in the back pocket of his jeans.

"Okay...let's go."

They slowly walked up the slope and down the path between the trees that Hunter pointed out. In the shade of the trees, everything felt cool and at ease, crickets sang and sun light same through in patters on the ground through the heavy leaves of the trees.

Michael kept his hands on Hunter's shoulders as they walked, a strange uneasy feeling seemed to dirt over him as he looked around.

Did they really come here? Did Ana really give birth and raise their son here?

It gave him the creeps.

Then they found the houses, the clearing which seemed almost like a large camp area, full of cabins and houses with porches, also hunts.

It reminded him so much of his own summer camp growing up.

It was very much lived it, there was a wood pile, a fire pit, chairs laid around the porches, the smell of something cooking in the faint air. People were living here.

"This is the resort." Hunter said, Michael looked down at him...and then a door opened in one of the houses.

It was Kenneth, the man he hadn't seen in six long years.

"You sure you wanna do this?" "Yeah, I'm gonna stay here...enjoy the sunrise."

The words rang through his head.

Kenneth stood there, still looking the same after all these years, his eyes wide and a look of sudden shock across his face.

Michael and Hunter looked at him, and he looked back at them.

"KENNETH!" Hunter cried and broke away from Michael, his tiny legs raced across the grounds and up the porch stairs, almost knocking Kenneth down.

"I KNEW YOU WERE STILL ALIVE, I KNEW IT!"

Kenneth seemed helpless, his mouth half open in shock, his eyes wide as if he had just seen two ghosts.

Hunter squeezed him tight, while Kenneth kept looking across at Michael, who just stood there, both locking eyes.

Kenneth then kneeled down, his eyes half on Hunter, and half on Michael...he looked at Hunter and started to laugh.

He then wrapped his arms around him and hugged him tight.

"I thought they killed you." He cried, and Hunter hugged back, both laughing with joy.

Kenneth then stood up and picked Hunter up, and looked at Michael and started down the stairs...no one talked, only Hunter's slight giggles as he was carried.

Kenneth then stood face to face to Michael, both looked at each other, half upset, half with fear.

"You shot yourself...I saw it."

Michael looked at Kenneth.

"I heard you were dead to."

Kenneth gave an uneasy look and then a small smile came over his face.

"I'm taking it's a long story?"

"Even longer then yours I bet."

Both smiled, both on the edge of crying.

"How did you get here?"

"My son showed me."

Michael now felt it almost impossible to hold back from crying.

"Terry?"

Michael shook his head

Kenneth looked down at his shoes and nodded.

An hour later the two both were sitting on the front porch, they told each other everything...and in the end it all seemed so impossible. Hunter had fallen asleep on a blanket behind them, he was so little, and he gone through hell, but he was a fighter, just like his mother and father.

Michael told Kenneth about the bite and the shot, how lucky he had been, how New Jersey and Utopia had taken him in, how they traveled to the camps, about the gangs and how Terry had been killed, and how he traveled back with his son.

Kenneth told about the first island, and how they almost got attacked, and how they found this one around night fall, how Ana became depressed, how she gave birth and only Hunter lived...how they raised Hunter together, the men killing Nicole, Ana being taken away, Terry taking Hunter to the camps, How the others had came, they were on the other side of the beach right now fishing, they had been here for the past week or so. And how Ana came back.

Ana...

He froze and looked at Kenneth with wide eyes.

"Ana, she's here?"

Kenneth nodded.

Michael took a deep breath, and he almost cried.

"My Ana...she's here."

Kenneth then gave a stern look and put one heavy hand on Michael's shoulder.

"She came back pregnant Michael, she traveled all this way alone."

Michael at first raised an eyebrow.

"One of the men she was with at the bunker, he's dead now."

Michael took a deep breath, but at this point he didn't even care, even if she didn't love him anymore, he just wanted to see her face.

"Can I see her?"

Kenneth then sighed.

"Michael...you don't understand, she gave birth last week, she's dying."

Michael froze.

"What?"

"We tried everything we could, she doesn't have much time left."

Michael opened his mouth, but no words came out.

"Your lying."

"I'm sorry man."

Michael felt sick, he turned his head and put his head down to his knees and took a few deep breaths, he was starting to have cold sweats.

After all this, she was now the one that was going to leave him.

"Not Ana, not my Ana..."

"Michael?"

Michael looked up, he was crying.

"She's right in there, I want her to see you before she goes, please do this."

Michael's eyes were blood shot.

"Are you sure you did everything?"

Kenneth nodded.

"I'm gonna send Hunter in, he's not going to say anything about you, it might be to much all at once, then you okay?"

Michael shook all over and then nodded.

They woke up Hunter and he went in, they sat in silence for what seemed like forever on the porch, then the others came...they were all introduced to him.

They all talked and Michael was able to get a hold of himself, there people were fighters, they had been able to survive through this all, and here they were, all together.

Hunter was sent in first, before going in he eyed his father with a slight worried look on his small pale face, but Michael nodded and he went in.

While they waited together, they all sat around the fire pit...talking back and forth, of who they were and what had happened to them.

Michael had taken a great liking to the man named John, he seemed more relaxed then the others, the type of guy that could be a friend and just sit beside them for hours without saying a word.

Michael wanted to know about the father of Ana's baby.

Sara told him he was the one of the soldiers in the team, that he treated Ana fine and was killed around the time they left, she said she had changed after Ana had left...almost as if his heart was broken and he couldn't take in love any more.

Michael nodded, Ana did have that affect on people.

They talked about the camps, how long they had traveled and the island...for the first time every they all felt safe.

Michael tried his best to be friendly and keep talking, but everything seemed to impossible...just how everything had happened and how they were brought together.

After all the pain and death, they were together on and safe. Michael was alive, and had his son...but he wasn't going to have his Ana. It killed him inside.

Hunter came out a little later, everyone turned and he looked as if he had been crying, McDermott stood up and walked over to him, saying that Kenneth had kept his bed room just like it was, and he heard he had some pretty neat cars.

They took their hands together and walked off, Michael watched him and smiled.

It was getting darker now.

"Go on." A heavy hand rested on Michael, he looked up and saw it was Kenneth.

Michael was scared, but he had to see her.

He stood up and locked eyes with Kenneth and both nodded, by then John and Sara had started a camp fire.

The flames pops and crackled in the cool night sky.

He took a deep breath and walked in.

Inside the house Michael walked across the soft white carpet, and towards the living room.

The back windows were open and silk curtains slowly blew back and forth from the breeze outside. A few candles were lit on the glass tables, and instead of couches and chairs, they brought down one of the beds from upstairs for her.

It was covered in blankets and pillows, and there she was.

Michael stood in the dim light of the living room frozen in his tracks, the only sound was the waves hitting the shore outside.

She looked like an angel.

She has on a white night gown and her long blond hair came down to her shoulders, her beautiful pale face seemed so at peace, and her eyes were shut.

He bit his lip and felt himself shake, he hadn't seen her and so long...but she looked just as he remembered that day on the boat.

The mother of his son, and his true love.

He slowly walked forward and saw laying in a bassinet was her daughter.

She was beautiful, she had a round happy face and jet black hair, she was dressed in a light pink one suit, and seemed just as peaceful as her mother.

Michael reached down and touched the babies hand and smiled, then turned and looked at Ana.

He went to the bed and sat down beside her and reached out and touched her face with his fingertips, she shifted her weight and his heart skipped a beat, then her eyes fluttered open and he saw those beautiful blue crystal eyes starring up at him.

They widened

"Am I dreaming?" She asked in a low voice, Michael then bent his head down and kissed her lips.

"No, I'm right here."

Tears spilled out from her eyes and she smiled through them, then shot up like a bullet and held him as tight as she could, he started to cry to.

"Have you seen your son Michael, isn't he beautiful?"

Michael squeezed her back.

"The most beautiful thing I've ever seen."

They both laughed...two hours later Ana died in his arms.

During the short time they had together, she laid in his arms and kept looking him over, asking if she was really awake. They laughed together as she told him everything about Hunter, from when he was first born, till when that gang arrived on the island.

They talked about what had happened to them, and how beautiful her daughter was.

"Make sure she's taken care of." Ana asked with tears in her eyes. "And make sure she remembers me."

She looked so pale and weak then, it broke Michael's heart.

He kissed her and said he would make sure nothing happened to her.

Ana laughed saying that it was just there luck, they found each other after everything, and here she was dying.

Michael smiled, telling her that they must have been meant to be together, if they survived everything they had gone through, and that is wasn't their fault, their son was safe and that's all they wanted.

Her last words were...

"Good-bye Michael Powell." He smiled through his tears and both kissed one last time.

"I love you to Ana Setzer."

Then she closed her eyes and was gone. Michael laid her back down, and cried in his hands, then slid off the bed and picked up her daughter in his arms, the baby wiggled and then settled down.

He then walked out on the porch and the others looked up at him.

He smiled through his tears and said it was done with.

Ana was buried the next day beside Nicole, her marker said...

Ana Powell, loving mother and friend.

Hunter at first cried a lot, he didn't understand why everyone he loved was dead, but Michael sat down with him and held out his baby sister, and said not everyone, and even if he couldn't see his mother, he could still talk to her all he wanted.

It hurt a lot right now since it happened so quick, but they were together and safe...and Ana for once could be at peace.