I'm not very good at big scenes...

But, here it is. The ending of the 16 chapter journey.

I might fix it later if I hate it.

The Hard Part

~Jason~

Just keep running.

That's the only thought that went through my head.

Just keep running.

Katelyn was on Francis's back, and they were already boarding the helicopter.

She was safe.

Just keep running.

I'm pretty sure all the other Survivors were ahead.

Just keep ru-

"Hey, kid," something gasped next to me, and I jumped to see Nick, leaning against a bus. His chest was torn and bleeding. "Might... have to ask for help," he joked, but I was stuck where I was.

Everything went through my mind.

Every insult he made.

Every dry comment about Lizzie and I being Infected.

Every time he'd watch me and grip his gun tighter.

When he aimed his magnum at Kate's head.

But then, one thought made it through the others. The voice screaming to kill Nick was drowned out by the one that spoke the softest.

'He let you live.'

I was already helping him along as I thought about it.

"Kid, don't worry about me," Nick gasped, and I shook my head. "You... make it," I growled, and stared at the gun next to him.

Nick looked in no condition to shoot it. I've watched them enough to figure out how the thing worked, right? Point the barrel at the zombie, press on the trigger, and don't drop it from the recoil.

I picked it up, dragging Nick along as he stumbled with me, and I fired a shot at the first zombie to charge him.

It dropped dead, bullet between the eyes.

"How'dya... do that?" Nick asked in surprise, but I kept going. "Move, Suit," I said, picking up a pipebomb as I passed by it.

This had to be the stupidest thing I'd ever do.

~Katelyn~

Much to my surprise, I was feeling a little better. I still had no idea where I was bitten if I was, but I seemed to once again beat the virus.

Even if I wasn't immune.

Whatever the hell was going on inside me, it was preventing me from infection.

I hope.

"Where is he?!" I screamed, suddenly realizing there was one certain person I couldn't see running to the chopper. Francis, Lizzie, Ellis and I were already on the chopper, and Zoey, Rochelle, Coach, and Louis were just about home free, a majority of the Infected running toward something on the bridge.

A small blur leaped out of the mass, a white cylinder in its mouth as it beeped rapidly. It took me a while to realize the fuse wasn't lit.

"Jason, you crazy bastard!" Ellis cried in excitement, watching from the window, but it made me more concerned. He had to be doing it with a purpose. What the hell was he doing?!

"Look, there's Nick!" Louis yelled, boarding the chopper, and I saw the bloodied white suit stumbling away from the horde. Rochelle and Coach stayed back to help him, and I noticed Jason toss the pipebomb across the bridge, as every Infected charged toward it.

"Hey, let the little kid get here first!" Ellis yelled to the pilot, who looked at him in question. "He's not dangerous, just do it!"

Reluctantly, the pilot waited until Jason leaped into the chopper, just as the jets passed over, and the bridge exploded in fire and smoke.

The second the door of the chopper closed, I tackled him in a hug, tears flowing. "You're fucking CRAZY..." I gasped out, and Nick chuckled, wincing. "That 'crazy' thing just saved my ass," he said.

"Nick, please, we're trying to list the positive," Zoey replied, and we all laughed in response.

"You guys might want to get some sleep," the pilot said from the cockpit. "It's a long ways to the base."

Smiling, I closed my eyes, ready for the long trip ahead.

At least the hard part was over...

Of course, the world isn't nice enough for that kind of luxury.

Blackness.

No matter where I looked, that's what I saw. I curled up as I tried desperately to see, but to no success.

Then the pain came. Everything hurt. Physically, mentally, everything.

Was this death? Dying in my sleep after managing to survive zombies, psychos, and two bites from Infected. What irony.

It couldn't be death. I hurt. Whatever hellish nightmare this was, I wanted out, praying Jason would jump on me to wake me up or something, but the darkness stayed. The pain worsened, as my blood felt like it burned my insides.

I always feared sleep. That I would be attacked by a crazy hobo or something, or my brother would prank me.

After the Flu, I feared sleep for much more obvious reasons.

But this... This wasn't sleep.

The pain and darkness lasted for hours.

Then, I snapped.