(Yup, I decided to add a conclusion – albeit short. I've been meaning to for a while. Obiviously, this is not what I originally planned, but I wanted to add this to my 'completed' list, rather than 'discontinued'. So, hope you enjoy a brief throwback of sorts! I guess this is technically the last chapter in the survival series... read on!)

The van skidded to a halt, barely hitting the man. Trent looked shocked, his hand falling loosely from his neck, which was bleeding more badly from the bite of the zombie. Leslie blinked slightly, breathing heavily.

"What the fuck was that?" Minori exclaimed from the back, looking out.

Tanzi also looked out in between Leslie and Trent, seeing the man, complete with a helmet, truncheon, and dark grey attire. "Holy..." she muttered. "I don't... I don't believe it..."

"What is it?" Dylan called out from the back, holding on to Mizori.

"It's a fuckin' member of the army!" Trent exclaimed, before coughing, blood splattering against the windshield. "God..."

Leslie watched as the soldier walked around the van and threw open the doors, pointing his machine gun inside. "Nobody move!"

"Hey, don't shoot!" Dylan exclaimed. "We are fine, we're human. Not zombies!"

"Let me check." The soldier carefully searched Tanzi, Dylan, Minori and Mizori, but found no bite marks. "You're clean. Get out and wait by the side of the van."

The four piled out, while the soldier went over to the driver's side, and quickly checked Leslie over, regarding his scarred face and missing eye with a bemused expression. He let him go, before going to the passengers side, and seeing Trent.

"Let me check you." The soldier said, but Trent laughed.

"Don't be stupid. You can see I've been bitten." Trent pointed at the hardly distuingishable wound on his neck, because of all the blood.

The man checked it. "A small wound. Perhaps we'll be able to cure you."

"Cure me? You have a cure for this invasion?" Trent asked, his eyes wide.

"Come on, let's go."

Trent got out of the van, and heard a squeling of tires. A heavily armoured van skidded around the corner and breaked in front of the group.

"Everyone, get on." The soldier said, and opened the back door to let everyone on. When Trent stepped in, one of the other soldiers pointed his machine gun at him seeing the wound. "It's fine, lay your gun down. A minor, we'll be able to get him medical attention."

The soldier turned back to the group. "Well, it's you lucky day folks. I'll give you the low down. This infection has almost been eradicated. It seems the bites have less effect, hence the reason your friend is still alive."

"Infection... eradicated?" Tanzi said in relief. "Really?"

The soldier smiled. "Really. But, let's talk more at the base."

Trent looked at him, feeling the wound pulse under his hand. 'I'm sorry Paige... if only you knew, if only you knew... I'll reveal the truth though... don't worry, it will come... the fact that you are part of a much bigger picture."

A couple of days later, the group were on the final day at the military base. With new clothes, well fed, and well rested, the group were happy for the first time in a while, although the memories of their fallen friends remained in their minds.

Now, Leslie, Tanzi, Mizori, Minori, and Dylan stood in front of a heavily armoured bus, which was filled with a number of people, young and old. One such person looked out, and caught eyes with Tanzi. Tanzi blushed slightly at the good looking man, and looked away. 'I'll have to meet him when I get on...' she thought to herself.

"Where is he?" Leslie muttered, before the footsteps sounded over the concrete floor.

Trent stepped out of the doorway, the zombie bite hardly there anymore. "Hello, folks and fuckers, I'm here."

"Finally." Minori said in disgust.

Dylan led the two twins on the bus, leaving the other three to face each other.

"So... should I ask a stupid question?" Tanzi asked.

"Go for it." Trent replied.

"Well, do you think this is finally over? Like, we've been on Death's list, then hunted by him personally, before defeating him. Then this zombie thing? I just wonder will we have more happen to us."

"All I can say is a hope not." Leslie said with a small smile. "I don't think I'll be able to handle another Apocalypse."

"Well then, let's go." Tanzi led the two on the bus, and the doors hissed closed, before heading on the long journey to Camp Crystal Lake.