07:08:16, five minutes of safely laying down heavy fire later, the entire horde is wiped out and Marc's broadcast is stopped. But the survivors keep scanning their sectors first before heading out to see what else is going on.

[Tank Death]

[gunfire stops]

Snowden: Finally the recording has stopped! God damn, Marc's voice is like nails on a chalkboard!

Louis: Do we get out?

Snowden: Keep scanning first. Okay, I'm heading out. Stay here, I'll let you know when.

[door opening]

Snowden: *whistles* God bless John Moses Browning. *looks around* Someone careless or selfish must've taken the truck of this bad boy. We're clear, get out here. But keep your guard up, it's too quiet.

As they turn the corner, they reach the Washington Monument turned U.S. Military evacuation center. Only to find nothing but dead zombies, survivors and military personnel there.

Zoey: So that's why. GOD DAMMIT!

Louis: So, Plan B.

Snowden: Perhaps. Let's get in there and find our bearings.

After searching the area and not finding anything useful, Zoey finally gets too vocal for Snowden to keep disregarding.

Francis: Find anything?

Snowden: No, we ain't got jack shit.

Zoey: I knew you'd never get us out!

Francis: Zoey.

Zoey: Was getting us out even your plan?! Or were you just training us for war?! And now you're gonna draft us?! Hey, U.S. Army assholes, we know your stupid game and your stupid Captain! Come on out now or we'll drag you out and kill you all!

Louis: Wait, Snowden, wait, it's not what it looks like!

The Army Ranger pushes Louis away, takes off his helmet and gets up close and personal with the Film School Student.

Snowden: Let me tell you, you're not exactly good at discussing quietly. But I held my tongue in all the times I heard the three of you doubting me because I know where you are coming from. I get it. And I hoped that if I gave you safety and/or freedom, no one will have to die. But here we are. Alright, Zoey. You wanna go there? Let's go there. I commanded men, women, kids. 18 years old. Your age. The best men and women I've ever led. Do you honestly think that I wouldn't give everything I have to keep you safe? To get them back, let alone protect them? The Green Flu and its infected are unlike anything we have ever seen before, real life or fiction. Regardless of one's capabilities. I know you think I'm drafting you, Francis and Louis into war. My men, women and kids are dead. I failed, more times than three. Yet I'm still here. Like the punchline of some bad joke. Do you think I like that? Do you think I would want to drag the three of you into Hell on Earth with me? Do you think that I can easily forget about you, about them? That their names, faces and last words aren't with me, flashing before my eyes, whispering before my ears, especially when I hear radio static? Montes, Ed C., Staff Sergeant, United States Marine Corps., retired, social security number: 142983117, first friend I made during The Infection, 27 years old, killed by Common Infected and a Tank to help me escape them. Brett, Chase R., Medical School graduate turned junior CEDA field agent, social security number: 10133402, trained him myself, 22 years old, killed by a Charger when he chased after a Jockey who stole his Pipe Bomb, Defibrillator and Adrenaline Shot. De Luca, Ray S., ex-Mafia hitman, actually had a heart of gold, father of one but wanted more, tried to leave crime behind, 25 years old, killed by a Hunter and 3rd degree burns, mostly the former, while he covered our backs with a Molotov Cocktail. Gerini-De Luca, Sophia G., ex-Mafia accountant, never even hurt a single fly, wife of Ray, mother of one but also wished more, wanted to leave the criminal underworld as well, 24 years old, got bit because I got careless, turned into a Witch, experimented on and killed by CEDA. De Luca... Alexander R., son of Ray De Luca... and Sophia Gerini-De Luca... once held him in my arms... his mother hummed him to sleep... before she turned into a Witch... using two of my radios... I allowed CEDA to take him away... he ended up getting tested on... and murdered by a researcher... with an autopsy knife... for crying too loudly... killing was swept under the rug... "served his purpose" CEDA said. *sniffles* When The Infection took my first family away, they became my second family. And I miss all of them everyday. *breath trembling* Yet I still failed them. And my public relations clown CEDA boss once said that it's because I'm a fresh-off-of-training Army Ranger. I may have the specialized skill set, but I'm still new. And I still wish I wasn't. *cries*

The moment Snowden walked away, Francis moves to be with him and comfort him in any way he can. And just as Louis approaches her, Zoey calms down and softens up a little bit to process what his no. 1 enemy had just revealed to her.

And then from out of nowhere, the original survivors and their new team leader get surprised by four familiar faces.

Ellis: Zoey!

Coach: Louis!

Rochelle: Holy shit! Francis!

Nick: So, who's the new guy?