Calm returns to the land. The day soon comes to a close. Piers and his team return with the only two survivors, Leon and Chris. The rest of the day is spent treating their wounds, any remaining time goes by in a flash. Soon, everyone gathers in the mansion, Piers and his team, along with the others at base camp, Dylon and his family, Jacob and his group, Helena, Hunnigan, even Ruven, recuperating in one of the many rooms. Piers sits in his room, Lisa resting her head in his lap. Although his arm returned to its normal shape, he has no bandages to cover it. He is left staring at it, still red and with small growths around it.

He waited so long to finally see his Captain, no, his friend, and when the time came, it was at its worst. Chris's life revolves around fighting B.O.W. s, and he was greeted by Piers, who is now one of them. He doesn't have a single thought to how Chris will react to all this, let alone if he would reveal their existence. Dylon has helped him through so much for the past few the world that has been going on in the middle of the ocean would be devastating. What would happen to him, his family, all of them, no cure could help them. He lets a tear run down his face and onto Lisa. She looks up and sees the sadness in his face. "Piers sad?" she says as she moves up next to him.

"I don't know," he replies, "what if this was a mistake, letting Chris stay? Maybe we should have tried to take them back."

"What if… they… died?"

"I know Lisa, but I don't want anything to happen to… everyone, the B.S.A.A. wouldn't just let this go."

With that, she wraps her arms around him to try and comfort him in some way. This feeling he has, the same kind in the beginning, and Lisa was there to help him. The memories flash before his eyes, but he wasn't dying, he was still breathing.

It had been a month since he awoke, seeing what he has become. Seeing how Scott was in the same boat as himself didn't help. Piers felt like an outcast, not to them, but to everyone in the world. He knew Dylon meant well, but it didn't help him, the thoughts of being seen like this by his friends, family, and especially the B.S.A.A., was always on the mind. He decided to go walking through the forest. Dylon was unsure of most of it at the time. He would see material and large debris wash up onto shore, followed by the unknown creatures taking the junk inland.

Piers found the clearest natural path and strolled down it. The plants and trees became more unfamiliar as he went. Suddenly, the sounds of rustling in the bushes startled him. Nothing dangerous ever came close to Dylon's mansion, however, Piers wasn't sure how far he was, maybe too far. The rustling grew louder and louder. He pulled out his knife, the only weapon he had, and came face to face with one of the strange creatures.

It was a large one, about the size of a rhino, its body a mix of light and dark greens. Spikes spread haphazardly all over its back as it walked on all fours with clawed feet. Its head was elongated, showing red eyes, and its tail had a stinger-like weapon on the end of it. Piers stood his ground. The creature noticed him and growled at him, opening its mouth. As it did, the lower law split into two halves with teeth on the divide, its long tongue out stretched, before closing it.

Before he did anything, he heard footsteps, as if someone running towards him. On the other side of the creature, he could see Lisa in the distance, running towards him. Before he could respond, she stopped about ten feet from the creature. She began doing gestures that meant "stop." Piers hesitated for a moment, but did as she wanted. As he put the knife away, the creature became less hostile, going about its business of eating the plants on the path. He sighed in relief as Lisa worked her way around the creature.

Piers continued on his stroll, accompanied by Lisa. They soon came upon a small pond, its banks were surrounded by strange plants. However, as they came closer, the plants were revealed to be giant insects, acting like plants, retreating into the water. Piers sat down near the shore, Lisa did so too. He looked down into the water to be greeted by his reflection, his new face. He proceeded to splash it away in anger. Lisa felt worried for him. "Piers… okay?" she asked.

He looked up at her and she saw tears in his face. "Look at me," he began, "I'm a freak, I'm an outcast, I'm nothing. I've lost everyone I cared about because of this." He pointed to his mutations on his right arm and face. "I can't go back home, if I did, I would either be killed or worse, seen as just an experiment. No one wants me, NO ONE!"

With that, he began to calm down, but noticed Lisa standing up. He saw that she was now crying, before she ran off into the forest. "Lisa, wait!" he said, realizing what he said was too painful. She and everyone else here were like him, especially Lisa. She always tried to help him, talk with him, do what she could. Calling himself, and essentially everyone else, a freak did nothing to help. He shouldn't have taken his anger out on them, they tried to make the best of their second chance, instead of him feeling sadness for the past. He ran after her to try and apologize.

After about half an hour of searching, he finally found her, sitting on top of a mound. As he tried to get her attention, something knocked him away. He fell back in great force. He looked up to see a hunter, the reptilian creatures of Umbrella in the past, still deadly as ever. As he tried reaching for his knife, he found it to be gone, probably knocked out in the attack. The hunter gave a loud roar before charging. He dodged it as it swiped him with its giant clawed hands. Even with his military training, he would need more to stand any chance of even fending off this creature. It charged again, this time landing a blow. As he tried to dodge, one of the claws hit him in the side. He backed away, covering the wound as it began bleeding. He kneeled down in pain, the hunter walking closer to him, knowing he's weak.

Suddenly, Lisa bursted from the bushes and landed a blow onto the hunter's head with her hands. As it stumbled back, disorientated, large tentacles sprouted out of Lisa's back and went for the creature. In a single second, the body of the hunter was riddled with holes, it fell to the ground, dead. The tentacles retreated and Lisa came down next to Piers. The virus in his body soon healed his wound. Before he could thank her, he saw her crying face. "Lisa," he said, "look, I'm sorry about what I said, I didn't mean any of it. I was angry and…"

He stopped, realizing she wasn't listening. He could hear her mumbling under her breath. "Mom dead… dad dead… no one loves me… no one…"

Piers realized she wasn't sad about what he said, it was how he brought up her memories, how she was shown no care and was just an experiment, a guinea pig, for so many years. His words did hurt, but not the way he thought. He knew what she was saying wasn't true, none of it, at least, not anymore. He snapped her out of it and looked her in the eyes. "Lisa, that's not true. I...I… like you. Dylon and his family cares for you. They like you too. We look out for each other now."

She stopped crying and began to speak. "You… love me?"

Piers began to feel embarrassed, but that didn't matter now. "Uh… yes… I… love you."

"You… love love?" she asked again.

He tried to let it pass, but it wouldn't. With all the time he spent on the island, with her, he felt something. Maybe it was the peace, maybe it was the virus, maybe he did feel something for her. Either way, he did.

"...Yes, I love you." he replied.

She then wrapped her arms around him, resting her head on his shoulder. He didn't try pushing away because he knew she needed him right now. At first, he was unclear as to what she meant entirely, since she'd always acted strange around him when she helped. But that was soon clear to him about how she felt. She moved her head off his shoulder, and proceeded to kiss him. She pecked him once on the lips, soon returning it tenfold, locking lips. Lisa was caught off guard, but by a different force driving her, she kissed back. They stayed like that for some time, no stop to catch their breath, just the moment that lasted an eternity.

Piers came back to reality, feeling most of his pain was gone, but his worries still remained.

Inside the designated medical room. Chris and Leon lay unconscious on top of two tables. Chris begins to wake up, realizing where he is. At the corner of his eye, he can see a woman. He long black hair drawn into a ponytail. Her skin was plain, nothing out of the ordinary. She wore a basic red shirt and color-withered jeans, the right side of her clothes having large openings for something. She turns around and sees him trying to get up, but he's too weak to do so. She comes over to him and has him lay back down. "Rest," she say in an unknown accent. "You need rest for a while."

Chris manages to speak. "Who… who are you?"

"Just a medic doing her best to help."

"Your a medic?"

"Yes, I'm medic for Piers's team."

"Wait, PIERS, BUT…," Chris says, stopping as images flash. He recalls what he saw before blacking out. He stays quiet for a moment before continuing. "...So that wasn't a dream, he's still alive."
"Yes, by the way, my name is Ustonia." she says. Chris looks around the room for a moment.

"Where am I? What the hell is this place?!"

"This is our place, our land, and he worried you would be here."

"Wait, you mean Piers, why?"

"Look back at what you saw and think."

Chris is surprised that she knows he saw him, and it becomes clear… well almost.

"... I need some questions answered," he says.

Ustonia explains almost everything, excluding Dylon and his family. About Piers, the others, and what they have been doing, all while hiding from the B.S.A.A..

"I don't understand," Chris says, "why would he hide from us, I would want to help him."

He begins standing up, the adrenaline caused by this starts giving him the strength to move.

"It far from your help," she replies. "The virus bonded to him. Curing him might end up killing him. Besides, he feared your opinion wouldn't matter, and that he and everyone else here would be killed. He's in room right now, wishing for this time to both come and never happen."

Chris understands now, his opinion wouldn't matter on a scale like this, what this place represents.

After a while, he looks her in the eyes and says "Take me to him."

She doesn't hesitate to do so.

In the room, Lisa tries to calm Piers's mind, although right now, this isn't the best of times to do what they are doing. She lays on top of him, her breath becoming loud and heavy, as his too as they lock lips. Before any moans come, Piers hears footsteps behind the door. He tries to stop Lisa, but she isn't as focused as he is. Chris ends up walking in, taking them both by surprise. Lisa immediately stops and backs away. Neither shock nor joy comes from their encounter at last, instead, awkward silence for a minute. Chris manages to break to silence, "Piers...uh…," that was all that was needed to continue.

"Captain, I'm glad to see you again, but…"

"It's okay," Chris interrupts, "I understand, Ustonia explained everything."

Piers sees that the moment has come, what Chris thinks about all this. Suddenly, Chris puts his hand on his shoulder and says "we'll deal with this later. Right now, I'm glad to see your still alive."

With that, Piers gives his captain a quick hug before backing away in embarrassment, giving a salute instead. However, Chris returns the hug before saluting himself. Before they walk out, Chris whispers to him. "Next time, lock the door, your medic didn't tell me anything about that."

Piers starts turning pink, literal pink.