Once safe in the air, Searchlight 6 lets Coach, Ellis, Rochelle and Nick know the reality of the situation and what happens next.

Searchlight 6: Glad you guys made it while others weren't so lucky. God damn carriers.

Rochelle: Hey, don't military choppers usually have two pilots?

Searchlight 6: Yeah, I used to have a co-pilot. We once made a street landing in Arlington to rescue her family from their home three days ago. She came back with them but as zombies. I had no choice but to leave them and fly out alone.

Ellis: I'm real sorry to hear that, sir.

Nick: Apologies, dude.

Coach: I'm sorry.

Rochelle: I apologize for asking.

Searchlight 6: Thank you, guys. And don't worry about it. I'm sure this'll all be over once we get to the Washington Monument evac center. But speaking of carriers, if my sister-in-arms was not immune, I may not be as well. So I'll fly as fast as I can and wake you all up if something's wrong.

Coach: Shit, understood. Let us know if you need anything, okay?

Searchlight 6: Much appreciated. But as of right now, you should get some rest. Must've been a hell of a day.

Nick: I agree.

Ellis: You damn right it was.

Rochelle: Don't get any bright ideas now, asshole.

Nick: Yes. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Coach: Alright. But once we land, remember what we agreed on, Nick. 'Cause I ain't gonna forget it.

At sunrise in snowy Washington D.C., Searchlight 6's prediction came true as he starts to turn.

Searchlight 6: Searchlight 6 to Whiskey Mike, how copy, over?

[static]

Searchlight 6: *groans* Oh, shit. Shit, gotta fly low— *groans* Gotta slow down— *growls* *equips Glock Pistol* Good luck, guys.

[bang]

Coach, Ellis, Rochelle and Nick: *terrified yell*

Coach: God dammit, Nick!

Nick: Woah, it wasn't me—

[crash]

So he flies low as he gets closer to the Washington Monument evac center, slows down in order to get a more controlled crash landing, readies his Glock Pistol and shoots himself in the head. After their fourth crash landing, the group walks away from it alive and barely hurt once again.

Ellis: Oh, man. Not you too, Searchlight 6.

Nick: This is all going to Hell.

Coach: OH, YOU THINK?!

Rochelle: Why are you so cruel, Nick?! YOU PIECE OF SHIT!

Nick: Hey, I swear to God, it WASN'T ME! Look, he was turning! He must've shot himself when we were getting close to the ground! And that's not even my gun!

Rochelle: (in the background) Oh, well this just sucks! He just had to shoot our pilot right as we get close to the Washington Monument! That's like the fourth time already! *angry snarl*

Coach: Come on, y'all. None of that. Please. Look, there's the Washington Monument. We can just walk it from here. This bullshit will be all over very soon. We just need to pull it together as a team. Let's go.

Ellis: Right behind you. Come on, Ro'.

Rochelle: *sniffs* Yeah, okay.

Nick: I got our backs.

Rochelle: Go to Hell.

Ten minutes of walking later, the survivors reach the Washington Monument evac center which is now overrun. With no Infected in sight anywhere, Coach brings up his questions about Nick's past again and Ellis and Rochelle get eager to listen.

Nick: I thought we'd learned our lesson about CEDA by now.

Coach: Speaking of learning, we need to learn about who you are, or were, right now. I told you you're gonna owe us that.

Ellis: Now's as good a time as any.

Rochelle: *aims Hard Rain Muddy and Red Magazine M16 Assault Rifle* Are you gonna tell us or do we have to shoot it out first?

Nick: Okay, okay, I know I have a lot of explaining to do. It all star—

But just as he is about to explain himself, the Gambler hears some more survivors or possible hostiles coming. Thus he tells the High School Teacher, the Mechanic and the News Reporter to hide.

[distant chatter]

Nick: Wait, do you hear that?

Coach: Hey, don't try to ch—

Nick: No, seriously, do you hear that?!

Ellis: Yeah. Survivors?

Nick: Or assholes. Come on, we need to hide.

Rochelle: Shiiit.

After overhearing Snowden's revelation, the Left 4 Dead 2 Survivors take a peak and remember the Original Survivors. But they remain alert because they do not know their new friend.

Ellis: Zoey!

Coach: Louis!

Rochelle: Holy shit! Francis!

Nick: *aims Silenced Submachine Gun* So, who's the new guy?

Snowden: *wears Dark Blue Ops-Core FAST Carbon High Cut Helmet* *aims Capital Punishment M16 Assault Rifle* Woah, easy there, hitman. We ain't here to hurt any survivors, even you.

Nick: Wait, you know who I am?!

Snowden: An old friend of mine once wore the same blue shirt and similar rings, just with a black suit and a necktie. Again, don't worry. I'm not here to shoot or arrest people like you. None of that matters now.

Coach: Settle down, everyone. Lower your weapons. We may remember Zoey, Francis and Louis, but we don't know you.

Snowden: So you must be the survivors you helped back in Rayford, right?

Francis: That's right, Snow'.

Snowden: Okay, then. I'm Captain Matthew Snowden, U.S. Army Rangers. But people just call me Snowden.

Coach: Damn, same story here. People just call me Coach.

Nick: Name's Nick. I guess I don't need much introduction. But I have to admit, you're not like most lawmen I've come across.

Ellis: I'm Ellis. You look real cool, Snowden. Heh, appropriate name already.

Rochelle: My name is Rochelle. Am I glad to finally meet an actual soldier.

However, before the introductions can get any further and the reunions can happen, both groups hear a big vehicle incoming.

Snowden: Hold it! Bus incoming, keep an eye on it!

Coach: No way! Can it be?

Jake: Hey, we're survivors! Don't shoot! We just came here for the military rescue.

Smitty: Easy now, people! Easy.

Dusty: Please, we need help.

Ox: Yeah, it wasn't easy getting here.

Snowden: Unbelievable. Weapons down!

Ellis: HOLY SHIT, it's the Midnight Riders!