Well, it's almost the conclusion, but it won't seem like the end. I plan on making Godzilla Apocalypse a trilogy, so there will most likely be another book sometime this year or next year. Anyway, hope you enjoy this chapter.

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It was done. The fight was over.

The words kept circling around my head like a carousel jingle. I wasn't sure whether to be ticked off that I couldn't get rid of the voices, or happy that it was finally true. Was it true? It was too good to be true, but it WAS true!

I looked over towards Rodan. The pterosaur hadn't stirred the rest of the battle, but now I saw his eyes blink. The gleam from his scales was gone and his eyes were glazed and dim. Rodan shook himself off, dust flying off his skin. He then leaped off the ground and flew away without further acknowledgement.

If I wasn't so sore, I would have stood up and smiled. I did have the strength to shout in glee, and after I did, I felt like I have been a balloon poked with a needle, and all the stress and air held in suspense that was kept in my body escaped. It was that shout that made Godzilla turn towards me.

Godzilla's reptilian eyes somehow found mine. I felt so lame and frail next to him. He was looking into my eyes – soft pools of tears – and I looked into his eyes – the blazing cores of flame. All I could do was manage to dip my head to him in shock, even though I had been near this kaiju many times. Godzilla looked at me for a while longer, and finally nodded his head before turning back and walking away, his steps slowly fading away.

I told myself that Godzilla nodding was nothing but mimicking behavior, and was just copying what I did, like a parrot. But there was a part of me that knew that everyone would think that Godzilla was showing me respect. I couldn't wait to tell the team…

Oh God. The team. Where was everyone?

I pushed myself reluctantly to my feet, even though the pain was still there. I dashed as fast as I could, bumping into branches, showering me with pollen and tickling my face with white petals. The place where I was originally watching the battle slowly loomed into sight through the branches. I skidded to a halt by the entrance. The glass that covered it was completely shattered, and there was no one there.

I quickly scrambled over the deserted controls. There were a few shells scattered over the ground, but there was no blood. So I guess that was a good sign. In the middle of the floor there was a trapdoor that I hadn't seen before. It was mostly dark, but when I peered down inside it, there was a set of stairs going down back to Under Tokyo.

I went down feet first, my back against the stairs so I didn't miss anything. I gripped the banister with my sweaty hands, and I was able to slide down the stairs very easily. The sight that awaited me was horrible.

Nothing. That was it. However, I felt that dread deep inside me because I knew that anyone could be anywhere. I ran through the deserted passageways, trying to figure out where to go next. I kept running until I got to a corner. I rounded it, and I made it around, but I still slammed into something.

My skull hit someone else's, pushing us both back onto the ground. My vision was fuzzy and blurry, and I swung out a fist, barley missing the person.

"Whoa, whoa! Akira, what are you doing?" I recognized the voice and immediately stopped fighting. It was Hayato.

"Oh, thank goodness it's you Hayato, where is everyone?" I asked as my vision settled down. I rubbed the bump on my head where I had collided with Hayato.

Hayato looked confused. "You mean, you haven't seen anyone yet?"

"Where are they, Hayato?" I asked, frustration washing over me.

Hayato shrugged. "I don't know. I remember, after you left, The Seatopians had shot at you but missed. So Goro told me to attack the Seatopians, and we did. We rushed them but he got pushed to the ground. I knocked the remote from Gaiion, and took it. I pressed the trapdoor open, and Goro… he…told me to leave with the thing, so I put it in the safe."

I looked at Hayato, shocked. "No one was there…" I whispered. And there was no blood on the ground…"

Hayato buried his head in his hands, messing up his hair. He looked up at me after a while, fear in his eye. "You think they took him?" he asked, his voice barely audible.

"Y…" I began to respond, but I was afraid to say it out loud, so I changed my answer at the last minute. "I don't know."

Hayato stood up, and gave me a friendly pat on the shoulder. "C'mon" he said. "Let me get you to the hospital. Once you're there, I'll find out a way to see if Goro's okay, and what we should do next. Once you're ready to roll, we can take some action. How 'bout that?"

I looked at the ground, but nodded. "Sure, let's go."

"Oh, fuck!" I shouted once we got to the hospital.

I was looking around the room I was being put in, and it was the same room as before. Kazuko was gone, and the IVs that were attached to her still had the needles on them and were hanging limply at the sight of the bed. They had gotten her, also.

I slammed my fist down on the bed next to me. It stung my fist but I'm sure I damaged the bed more. I spun around to Hayato as the nurses prepared a bed for me. "We have to go after the Seatopians now!" I said, trying to push past him.

Hayato held me back, only because I was so banged up. "Not a chance" he said. "You're to injured."

"Not I'm not!" I argued, but Hayato still kept me from going.

"Akira, you've got a major gash on your foot, a broken arm, you've been inhaling smog and dust, and possibly more injuries. For everyone's best interest, you should take a rest and heal. I mean, Kazuko wouldn't want you to go, would she?"

I stopped. Not because I was listening to Hayato, but because I was listening to Erika. I needed a chance for a more normal life, a chance for normal love, and she had said that my love was Kazuko. Hayato began to pat my back again like he did before, but suddenly stopped. "Akira, can you turn around please?" he asked.

Puzzled, I turned around. Hayato lifted up the back of my ragged shirt and I heard him gasp. He quickly dragged me away towards the main lobby of the hospital, where there was a mirror.

Hayato took a deep breath. "Look over the shoulder into the mirror" he instructed. Just don't shout."

This couldn't be good. I slowly took a step over towards the mirror, my eyes squeezed shut. When I opened my eyes, I had to shut my mouth so hard that I bit my tongue until I tasted blood.

In shimmering golden characters carved into my back there was a large: エリカ.

Erika.

What's wrong with Akira? You'll find out in the next chapter, the conclusion filled with more surprises!