I'm a sorry to announce that this is the last chapter for this story. I have run out of ideas for it, and I'd like the keep some ideas for my other story ''Tied Until the End''. Enjoy this last chapter...

Standing at a few meters from the doorway I was peeking from, a rather short girl held a light automatic, aiming it at us. As my eyes followed the trail of smoke escaping from the canon of her gun, I took a good look at her face. My heart stopped.

It was Jen.

Clueless, I stood in the doorway until I heard the gun clicking again. I ducked back behind the wall. Things had never been so cloudy in my head. My dead friend's girl was taking shots at us.

I could not hear a sound over the loud clatter of the automatic. I had no clue on where she had found that gun. Maybe the armory, maybe someplace else. But that was far from the matter at hand.

I had to do something. But what? The answer lurked within my head. I was trying to run from it. I could not possibly take her down. She had been Kevin's girlfriend. She had been my friend. And she still would be at it been of that whole incident.

I clutched my shotgun tightly, awakening the pain that had hit my arm at first. Blood was dripping from a fairly large cut on my forearm. It could not have been caused by a bullet. A piece of tile stuck out of it, making me realize that not only bullets were flying in the room.

I turned my attention back to the shooter, forgetting about my wound. There would be more of those before we could escape.

Was I going to shoot her down? Was I really capable of doing so? Without going nuts afterwards?

As a bullet flew right next to Josie, she screamed loudly, and I snapped out of my thoughts. The other woman was taking cover further in the room, and was untouchable to the bullets sent by Jen.

''Ah, almost shot your bitch!'' Jen shouted, her voice anything but normal-toned.

''I warned you not to fucking say that!''

As I said that, I rose to my feat, and crept closer to the open door. My shotgun to my hip, I back to the wall.

''Come on Jen, drop the damn gun... There is no point in shooting us down...''

''Yeah... There is a point... You made Kevin die... With your sorry-ass bossy plans.''

Upon hearing the accusations, I was astonished, and stood silent for a few seconds. Kevin's death caused me enough pain like that, I had no need to feel guilty about it on top of that.

''I did not kill him... Those things did. It's hard enough to survive through this for all of us, yourself included, so just make it easier by dropping the gun...''

''No way man...'' she said simply. Emotions was palpable in her voice tone.

I had to do something.

I got up and rounded the corner.

''Stand back Matt, I will fuck you up if you don't!'' She barked.

''I know you won't... You're not able... You're not a murderer.''

I was not sure about what I was saying. I could only hope it was true, or I would be dead within seconds. I kept walking forward, in Jen's direction.

''Back off or I shoot!'' She said, tears starting to run down her cheeks. I was pretty sure by now that she would shoot me down. When people are overwhelmed by emotions, good or bad, they don't have barriers to stop them from doing things they would not do normally. And Jen was so sad, she probably didn't saw life after this. I knew how it was. If I had lost Josie, I would probably have gotten worse than her.

I finally arrived next to Jen.

''Drop it... There is no point in shooting me down...''

She slowly lowered her hand. Her grip on the gun's handle loosened, and the light automatic fell on the tiles, cracking one.

''See... It was pretty easy...''

But Jen's expression was not any better. She seemed even more panicked. I prepared to ask her about it, but I felt a burning pain hitting my neck, from behind. It had nothing to do with normal pain. It was like I was burning from inside. The pain became more and more intense until the point where I saw the floor getting closer and closer. It hit the floor head first, and the pain stabilized at a certain point. It was better than moments ago, but it was still barely tolerable.

The world became blurry, and my vision went black after a few seconds. I head one gunshot, and then it all fell silent.

I though I had been killed. I thought death had come for me. But th pain kept being there. I could not even open my eyes. I was paralyzed, and I could not feel anything. It was like I was floating in the air. I was panicking. Was I really dead?

But then, all in one shot, my eyes opened, and my body regained it's normal sensations. The pain was still there, not nearly forgettable. At first all I saw was a light bulb flickering in the dark. But then I saw a door in front of me. I looked around.

I was laying on a bed, in a rather large room. Nobody was in sight. I ran my hand on the location of the pain, and felt a large wound. It was deep and, even though I could not see it, I could tell it was not a gunshot.

Before I could realized the truth, Josie came in from a corner of the room

''Matt... you woke up...''

I felt too weak to answer. The door then opened, and Jen walked in. My heart almost stopped, and I ran my eyes over my surroundings looking for a gun. Josie placed her hand on mine.

''Don't worry, she... everything is okay with her...'' She whispered to my ear.

I calmed down a bit. If Josie said it, it must've been true. She did not appreciate much Jen from the start, so it must've been a very hard thing to accept her after what she had done.

''What... what happened?''

''You got attacked... by one of these things...''

''A zombie?''

''Yeah...''

It took me a long time before I realized the dark truth. I was infected. I was in route for an inevitable doom, an eventual transformation into one of those things. And them, before even thinking of my own life ending, I thought of Josie. Would she end up doing like Jen?

''So... I... am infected...''

Josie looked at me a long while, tears filling her magnificent green eyes, before she could say something. She did not wanted to admit the truth. So did I.

Thirty minutes earlier.

Josie had seen this zombie attacking Matt, powerless to react until it was all over. Jen had taken out the zombie, and Josie had ran to Matt. It was only then that she knew it was all over. All those effort to get out of the city had crumbled and been ruined by this split-second. The zombie had driven his teeth deep into Matt's flesh, piercing easily the skin, and feeding itself in fresh human cells.

Josie knew one thing. Matt would die. She was trying to deny it, but it was not debatable. It was an established fact. Se could not know when exactly, but he would become one of them. He was lost, and so was her. She would be nothing without her.

The thought traveled her mind like electric current. She grabbed her handgun and aimed it back at Jen.

''You sorry bitch!''

She cocked it, anger flashing through her eyes. Jen could tell she was going to die there. She knew it. She had wanted to kill Matt, and he had nothing to do with Kevin's death. Had it been from Jen, Matt would still have been uninfected. It was clear that she wanted her dead more than anything.

Josie pulled the trigger, and the bullet came out. It flew through the air, straight toward Jen's torso. But it passed beside Jen and hit a window.

''I... I will kill you...''

''Josie... I understand you want to kill me. And I don't want to oppose this. Only, let's just bring Matt to safety before that...''

Josie nodded slightly, and they both took Matt's unconscious body to the medical room.

Jen glanced sadly at Josie.

''It's time...''

I looked at her, then back at Josie.

''Time for what?'' I asked, half there only.

Both girls looked at me a long time, hesitant to tell me what they were going to do.

''I... I gotta die...'' Jen spat out, raw.

I glared at her a moment. Then, I turned my attention to Josie.

''Now way...''

''She is the reason you...'' Josie cut herself.

''I know. Don't you think I should do it myself?''

''You want to kill her?''

''Yeah.'' I said, with no hesitation in my voice.

''Matt... It's my job to do this...'' Josie told.

Something in her expression looked like she was imploring me to do it for her whatever she was telling me. She did not looked like she wanted to kill somebody. And I did not wanted to know that she was a murderer. Especially not if I was the reason why she had killed.

''Josie. I want to do this. I almost died back there... And being the reason you kill her will make us both murderers. Let me take care of this. I will be alone to have done this...''

She resigned. I got up slowly, and sat on the bed. I pondered a bit whether I was able to get on my feel or not, and stood up. It hurt a bit more when I was standing, but it was nothing in comparison to how much it hurt when I thought of being separated from Josie.

I walked toward Jen, and instructed her to get out of the room, as I took the pistol Josie was handing me. I felt kid of sad that the love of my life had to provide me the weapon that would kill somebody, but it was the way life had wanted it.

I aimed at Jen, cocked the gun, and followed her in the hallway. I kept threatening her with Josie's gun until we reached the staircase. I then guided her at gunpoint toward the main entrance down on the first level.

I stopped in front of the door.

''Stop...''

That was all Jen needed to stop all movement, and turn around, waiting for her fate. I aimed the gun toward her head.

Jen closed her eyes, not wanting to see those last seconds of desolation on this devastated earth.

''Jen...''

Jen opened her eyes out of surprise, and looked at me.

''Why are you making me wait that much? End this now...'' She pleaded.

''You are not dying today...''

Jen starred at me, not believing what she had heard.

''Look girl... I promised Kev I'd keep an eye on you... I failed. I don't want to fail twice.''

''I don't understand...''

''Jen, take the gun, this ammo, and go... I'll tell Josie I shot you...''

''But...''

''Look Jen, you are a good person. You just passed over the edge. It could have happened to all of us. If Josie had died back on the highway instead of Kevin, I would probably have done worse than you did.''

A few seconds passed, long as hours.

''Goodbye Jen...''

''Goodbye Matt.''

We exchanged one last friendly smile, and she turned around. She made a few steps, but stopped suddenly.

''Matt?''

''What?''

''Can I just know... why? Why did you let me go?''

I took a long time to answer. Tears ran down my cheeks, and my vision blurred.

''Someone's gotta make it out of here alive...''

Epilogue

The outcome of the T-virus related incident in Canada : millions of death, and the almost total destruction of French Canada. At first, the American Government had planned to nuke the zone touched by the virus, but this plan was discontinued upon calculation of the nuclear needs a such operation would request.

So, as temporary solution to the problem, a containment wall was erected along the line long known as the limit between heaven and hell. It was only in 2014 that the viral infection level went back to zero on the entire territory. The official cause of the plague's end : lack of fresh meat for the mutant beings.

In late 2015, the search of the remains of Montreal started. Very few bodies were found, due to the high decomposition rate of those infected beings. Among what had once been the North End Montreal police precinct, the bodies of two teenagers of opposite sex, still pretty well conserved were found. They had bullet holes in the head, through the neck, as if the bullet had came from inside the mouth. Two handguns of different caliber were found laying next to the bodies. Ballistic studies on these two subjects confirm that the bullet that had caused both subject's death came form the opposite person's weapon.

Upon autopsy, it was revealed to the total astonishment of the world's medical and biological community that both subjects had never been in contact with the T-Virus...

Hope you liked the ending. I know, it is a little rushed, but I can't come up with much more an that. This story was going nowhere otherwise. Tell me how you liked it, and if I should do a side story, probably one shot about Jen's escape, or Matt and Josie's suicide. Thanks so much to all my reviewers, and to everybody who read the story. If you want more from me, you can read Tied Until the End, which is another Reisdent Evil story. Or if you prefer another sibject, you can read my GTA story called ''The Pyramid of Violence'' The start sucks, but it gets better after... Have a good day...