We're starting to come to a close...

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The Final Turn...

"Virgil, why not come with us? The military would help us all get to safety."

"Well, I got'a be truthful wit ya... I can't go with yah."

~Katelyn~

"You're a Carrier?"

"'Fraid so, ma'am," Virgil replied from the boat. "But there is sum' good in it. I'll still go 'round helpin' others git to safety, even if I can't m'self."

Once we refueled the boat, Virgil set off for New Orleans, and we were all practically jumping out of our skins.

This was it. The final stretch. Get through the city, cross the bridge, and it'll all be over.

Easy.

"You're a good man, Virgil," Coach said to the man in the cabin, as the dock came into view.

"Now, I should warn yah," Virgil abruptly said as we got off, "They're bombin' parts of the city."

"WHAT?!" Nick yelled, almost falling into the water, "ARE THEY FUCKING NUTS?!"

"Nick, calm down!" Zoey yelled at him, helping him get off. "They probably have no other choice." When Nick calmed down enough, we grabbed our guns from the boat and watched Virgil take off.

"Look, I'm not happy about them bombing the city. In fact, I'm the farthest thing from it," Zoey said, her face serious. "But we'll have to fight through it and get to that bridge. The military might not have any other choices, and we can't expect them to like I did."

"Zoey's right," I added. "We can't get them to stop, so we'll just have to fight or die trying." I'd just hope it wouldn't go to that.

Now that we had all of our old guns, Ellis and Louis got the M60s, Coach and Francis had an auto shotgun each, Zoey had Bill's assault rifle, Rochelle had a SPAS, Nick got an AKM, Lizzie got her hunting rifle (Our game ended back on the boat, but luckily Nick wasn't too mad when he figured it out), and I got my two pistols. Jason, as always, chose to not take a gun.

We cautiously walked up the bridge of the dock, to see a torn CEDA tent at the fence, with a few bile bombs inside. Extra throwables.

After the long silence, the first Infected showed itself, and all hell broke loose. And we had the time of our lives.

Ellis and Louis immediately took the front, ripping into the Infected with the machine guns like they were paper. We stayed close behind them in a semi-circle, watching at all angles for Special Infected.

A leaper screeched as it launched itself off a roof, but Jason leaped up to grab it by the throat and break it's neck. Several Smokers began to pop up, snagging us all at any point, but a few quick shots took care of each one. Once we managed to cross the street, we saw several cars and buses flipped and scattered along the road. One bus had a ramp on the back, which gave me an idea.

"Everybody on the bus!" I yelled, and once everybody was up I threw down several bile bombs.

Almost every zombie nearby swarmed us, but Ellis and Louis cut them down with ease until their machine guns clicked, moving to the center of our tight group to collect more ammo as the rest of us fired into the rest of the Infected.

"Everybody alright?" Nick asked, and the majority of us nodded. The rest of us responded with reloading.

"That should save us some time," Louis said, as we got off the bus. "That's why I thought of it," I gleefully said. That actually worked!

The screams of the jets passing by ended with bombs hitting their mark wherever in the city, each one closer than the last. "We need to hurry," I muttered, Ellis taking the front, Louis taking the back.

Either we had a glorious stroke of luck, or the Specials were getting smarter. Not a single one showed up as we passed through a restaurant, when Jason spotted the safe house, yelping to alert us. "Good job, J," Ellis said, and we broke into a sprint as the jets passed overhead.

Have you ever seen an old cartoon, maybe Looney Tunes, where someone's dropping a bomb or rock and it's whistling the whole way down?

They weren't lying.

"SHIT!" I heard Nick scream, and the building right next to us collapsed in a massive fireball. I stumbled forward, eyes locked on the red door, when something suddenly everything grew blurry as I was sent careening forward, my world slowly growing black.

"KATE, GET UP!" I heard someone scream, but it sounded distant. How far away are they? Something picked me up, and my shoulder screamed in pain as they carried me to the safe room. The screams of burning zombies and car alarms became quieter as the red steel door slammed shut.

"Katelyn, get up!" someone hissed at me, and I looked up to see Francis putting me down. I tried, but my leg failed to cooperate, and I fell back down, screaming. "Leg..." I cried, and felt someone dragging me to the couch. "Yeah... we can tell," Ellis's quivering voice said, and I knew it was serious.

"How bad is it?" I asked, not even bothering to look at whatever mess it was. "It looks like i's just broken an' torn up, but I ain't so sure I'm right..." Ellis replied, and I risked looking at it.

That was not my leg before this. This... this was just torn up flesh on a bone. I turned my head to vomit from the sight. Why did I bother looking. Everything was suddenly very quiet, and I was worried I was about to pass out.

"...What's wrong?" I gasped, and looked up to see a barrel in my face. Nick's magnum. "HEY!" I yelped, trying to inch back, but my leg and shoulder didn't agree. Nick gestured towards my vomit with the gun. Why do I have to look at everything disgusti-

Oh god.

It's black.

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