A/N: Alright, I lied. This it the truly the ending. Thanks to all the people who have reviewed. I appreciate it! And, I hope the ending isn't a little too corny. XP

You know, all my life I've heard people saying that you should always live your life to the fullest. That you could die today, and tomorrow will never come. After all I've been through, I can't help to think that's a lie.

I've never lived my life to the fullest, and I've always regretted living. Hell, I've even thought of taking my own life. And, even if I had died back there, I would've only had two regrets.

Never telling my friends that I truly trusted them, and that I wished them the best if they lived.

Never telling them how I really felt...., how I use to cover myself in layers upon layers of lies just so that they would never see that little girl who still cried at night every time she thought of her parents.

Sometimes, I wonder myself, whether or not, I should've worried, or even cared if I made it though that disaster. Despite how I felt, and things I said, I was more worried about everyone else. I wanted to make sure that if I had died, that everyone else would live.

I almost failed at that. At first thought, 'Why was I the last to die? Why was I the one person to have been left behind? Is this some kind of sick joke?'

I was later proven wrong.

Even as I think about it, those months in between, it's still a tragic, but amazing story to tell.

Charlie came in just in time, and slaughtered that creature down. His father was part of the police force, and he knew the school. He was sent in to see if anything was wrong. When they realized the doors were welted shut, they simply blew them off. Just in time.

I remembered running out with Dion, watching as the girl ran off. Turns out she spotted her Aunt in the crowd, and after watching the last one of her closest family members being slaughtered away, she needed her. I remembered telling that police officer to get back inside, that everyone was injured. But, in my own mind, they were dead. I walked away from it, as officers start filing in.

I could've cried. I wanted to cry. But, I couldn't. I still had to be there for everyone. Dead or, Alive.

Someone called my name. I turned at the voice, my heart skipping a beat as I recognized the person.

Jack.

I wanted to run towards him, and fall in his arms. Just to know that I was safe. But, an unbearable pain overwhelmed me, as I collapsed to my knees. I remembered vomiting blood, before going unconscious.

The virus, was the last thing that ran through my mind.

I woke up a few days later. In a hospital bed, with all these weird nurses, and people around me. I was still suffering from the pain in my stomach, but managed to sit up. My brother was there, asleep in one of the chairs nearby.

Everyone jumped up when they realized I was awake. All these questions started flooding out, but I couldn't take time to register any of them. I was so worried about everyone else, and that virus...,

Jack came to my rescue, and insisted that everyone leave till I had time to recover. God, I was scared, and confused. I remembered just starting to cry, for no reason. He was there for me again, reassuring me that everything was okay.

The next day, I woke to see that Nona had visited me. She apparently escaped with minor injures. Except for a small fracture to her right shoulder, when she was slammed into the ground. I had so many questions to ask, but Nona decided to lay it out.

The others..., were found when the police officers searched the building. They took them to the hospital. They..., they were barely alive, if not dead. Doctors did the best they could, but could only leave off with the note, to not expect a miracle...,

Was this the end? The end of everything, and everyone?

We shared hours with each other, either sitting in silence, or talking. Within the second hour, I remembered why I had so suddenly passed out. The virus. I wanted to know why I was still alive.

A nurse came in, and when I asked, the nurse was silent for a while, almost hesitant, before answering. They had rushed me to the emergency room. Tending to my visible wounds, before taking care of the ones they couldn't see.

As it turned out, the creatures, the ones that were dead but still walked, had actually escaped the school and invaded the city. Some people died, but they seemed more prepared.

People were able to defend themselves, and it wasn't long before the hospitals were able to make an anti-virus. The virus, as powerful, and deadly as it was, or described, was created out of a simple, common cell. It wasn't hard to break the code. And, the hospitals didn't take their time to realize the symptoms. They treated me for it, and it was killed within the hour.

They administered the vaccine to the others, but were left off with the same note.

Don't expect a miracle.

I was out the next day, and walked out with my brother and Nona. I clung to both of them. I tried to ignore the camera men, and interviewers who were desperate for some kind of news, and instead went home without saying a single word.

All of this was never suppose to happen.....,

Shaking her head slightly, she tried to push the thoughts from her mind. She pushed her red hair to the side, and continued on her way down the lonely sidewalk. It had been two months after the incident, and she still couldn't get over it. People still stared at her. People still asked her questions. She was getting tired of it, why couldn't everyone just leave it to the past. They weren't involved in any of it. She shifted her things in her arms. A notebook, or two, with several of her favorite pens and pencils.

People had been advising her to see a therapist, and after awhile she finally decided to go. He told her to write down everything she remembered, and how she felt about it. She nearly filled out two entire notebooks. Page-by-page. Front-and-back. She was still adding to the damn things. She would never forget. It was the memories that would haunt her for the rest of her life.

She looked back as a sudden car honked it's horn and drove up beside her. She turned, and smiled at the driver,

"I still could've drove you," said Jack, having one arm hanging out the window. His thick brown hair was ruffled and seemed un-brushed. He had this cute boyish-looking smile. But, he looked older than you would've think. Working his entire life had molded him into someone stronger, and different. He smiled at her,

"I can walk," said Lucy, "I want to get use to this place again." she looked off slightly. Taking in the deep beauty of the neighborhood she stepped into, "Get use to the soft atmosphere. The changes...," she stopped at that note, and continued to look around,

"Hey, you sure you're okay?" Jack asked. After he heard that those creatures were in the city, everyone was desperate to figure out where they had came from. When he heard that they had originated from the school, he could've died. Those things came from where his little sister was. He was constantly worried about her safety. Was she safe? Was she injured? Who was she with? But, when he saw her come out of that school building almost unscratched, he could've cried. But, as he ran over to her, he watched as she stumbled, before falling to her knees. She clutched at her stomach as blood started coming from her mouth. He pushed people out of his way, and came to her side as she fell. He knelt down, picking her up in his arms, watching as she closed those bright green eyes, and laid limp in his arms. Blood still slipping from her mouth. They rushed her to the hospital. She woke up two days later, still in slight pain, but okay. Police men, and nurses were in the room, and almost instantly jumped out with questions. She looked as though she didn't understand what they were saying. He pushed them out of the room, using the excuse she still needed to heal. He turned back, just as she started to cry. She hadn't cry since the day their parents had been killed. He was quick to pull her into his arms, gently stroking her hair to comfort her. He took her home, not three days after she arrived. She looked so scared, and emotionless. She didn't sleep for days, and she kept talking about everything that happened. She even wrote everything down. But, two months later, she seemed to have returned to her old self.

She looked up at him, looking almost emotionless for a moment. But, she cleared up, and smiled, "I'm fine. Now, don't you have a place to be at?"

"You're right," Jack said, checking his watch. He had to be at work in ten minutes, "Well, you take care of yourself, and don't get in trouble. I'll be back around five, so don't worry."

She waved as he drove off. She continued on her way, watching the house that she passed by. She paused in front of one, looking it over. It had two stories. Beautiful gardens. A newly painted mailbox. A SUV parked in the driveway.

Smiling slightly, she started walking up the front lawn. Coming to the door, she rearranged her things, so she could knock. She heard someone get up inside. Suddenly voices came, as two people seemed to be teasing each other. The phrases, 'I'm trying to answer the door,' and 'I wanna answer the door', were heard from inside. She heard someone squeal slightly, as though someone picked them up. She stepped back as someone started opening the door,

"Hey," she smiled, watching as the person who answered smiled back,

"Hey, about time you got here," said Brett, holding Dion over his shoulder. He managed to keep a tight hold on her, as she struggled, "I was beginning to get worried."

"Well, that's something you don't have to do with me," said Lucy, as she stepped in. She stepped up, as the two shared a quick kiss,

"Eww, I'm telling Aunt Trisha," Dion teased, as Brett put her back on the ground,

"Well, you're a snitch then," Brett teased back, messing her hair up, before she ran off. He looked back at her, and smiled, "Come on, we're in the living room." She followed him, as they followed a small hallway, before coming to the large room on their right.

"Well, it's about time you got here," said Nona, smiling slightly as she entered the room. She was sitting next to Charlie. Well, actually since Charlie was sitting on the ground almost cross-legged, she was sitting in his lap. Several notebooks opened out in front of her. After that whole incident, and their steamy kiss that lasted till his dad walked in, the two got back together. For what may be forever.

"Why is everyone saying that to me?" Lucy asked, taking a set on one of the nearby couches, "I walked here. And, believe me, it's a long walk."

"We're not saying anything," said Sally, sitting cross-legged on the other couch. She had a book opened in front of her, laying in her lap. Bryant was sitting next to her, slumped down in the couch slightly, "Just that, maybe next time you should take a bus." she teased,

"Well, at least I came," said Lucy, watching as Brett took the seat next to her, "I could've chosen not to."

"Yeah, but you love us," said Jessica, curled up on one of the seats. Amelia was sitting in the one next to her. Her feet thrown over the arm of the chair, while she had a book laying on her stomach, "And, you couldn't resist not to come."

Lucy smiled, "Alright, you guys got me on that one. But, keep this bullshit up any longer, and I'm out."

"She'll smooch with loverboy, and forget about it," said Nona, resting her head on Charlie's shoulder,

"Well, now that you bring it up, I will," said Lucy, leaning over, as she shared another, more longer, kiss with Brett. After the entire incident was over, and it became a hard time for everyone to recover. Physically, emotionally, and mentally. It was odd, how she could no longer just look at everyone has friends. They were family now. Besides, not to soon after everyone was back on their feet, it seemed as though everyone started to hook up. Bryant and Sally were an almost perfect match. An angel undercover, and a knight in shining armor. Nona went back with Charlie, even though they had broken up, not one week before the incident. And, well to say, Brett and her got together as well.

"Thanks a lot Nona, now we have to look at them," said Bryant, putting his arm around Sally's shoulders, as she leaned against his chest, "Now, you two lovebirds break up, or they're won't be any left for the honeymoon."

"Honeymoon, you guys must be crazy," said Nona, "You have to over twenty-one, don't you?"

"No, that's drinking, but we know you've already broken that one," said Amelia, her trademark headphones still hung around her neck, "And, another one, I won't add."

"Well, I'm sure a lot of other people know about that one," said Charlie, joining with Amelia,

"Look who's talking cowboy," said Nona, pulling him down into a kiss as well,

"Hey, what happened to your ring?" Sally asked,

"That skull one?" said Lucy, rubbing the now empty spot on her left hand ring finger, right where it use to lay, "Oh, well I use to imagine I was married to death, but now that I think about it. It's not so great."

"That reminds me, I have to give you back your stuff I borrowed," said Nona,

The rest of their conversation drowned out, as Lucy slowly looked over the crowd. Bryant. Sally. Amelia. Jessica. Nona. Brett. She once thought them to be dead, but now that seemed far back.

Amelia had suffered the least amount of damage. She had a fracture to the back of her skull, which lead into some memory loss, and minor brain damage. Despite the amount of blood she lost, it was all easily repaired.

Sally suffered that massive stab to her stomach. She was close to death when they found her. Almost everyone else was as well. She was in surgery for three hours, as doctors did their best to repair the damage. She was left off with the note of not hoping for a miracle. She was so close. Almost as if balancing on the edge of life and death, and leaning more towards death. She was the third one to wake up. Her first question was about everyone else. She healed nicely, and was back to being herself. Slowly picking up training for her cross-country runs.

Bryant suffered that axe to the chest, and the gunshot wound to the shoulder. The gunshot wound had a slight infection, but was the least of his problems. The axe had created massive muscular, and tissue damage. They had to remove some of the tissue, and try and stop the massive amount of bleeding. She couldn't remember how many stitches and staples it took to close the wound, but she remembered how grossed out he got. The bullet still remained in his shoulder, before doctors pulled it out. It was now hanging around his neck, as s necklace. Also, he got several stitches on his hand, where he had cut himself earlier that morning. Before everything happened.

Jessica, took massive amounts of internal damage when that creature sent that pipe through her stomach. She was still in the wall, when the paramedics came through. It took a longer surgery, because they wanted to make sure everything was still there, and in place. They had to close the wound on her stomach and on her back. Due to some kind of chemical or, paint on the pipe, she had to take some kind of medication for a small infection she still had.

Brett, was said to be one of the worst cases they had ever seen. His neck wound was beginning to trun into something else. His other bite had turned into the same. The stab marks in his stomach were horrible. They tried to stop all the bleeding, it wasn't hard, considering he lost too much blood. He almost died, if they hadn't tried to do a blood transplant. They worked hard on the stab marks, considering the other two wounds were no longer bleeding. It took long hours, before they managed to get most of it repaired. But, they didn't think he would survive if they continued on the surgery, and stopped there. He was in the I.C.U. for weeks. His neck took several skin grafts to cover up. The transparent tissue that had grown over it was torn away and replaced. For the prolonged damage the virus had already done, there was nothing they could do about that. Leaving most of the skin that was around his neck, on his shoulder, and even down to his right shoulder-blade to be visible with the veins underneath, and left a pale gray color. Scars that would stick with him for the rest of his life. (Not that she minded though). His eyes slowly went back to their soft gray color, and seemed to no longer prove a disturb, or any kind of pain.

It would seem as though the virus had attacked the disease, causing them to bleed, before finally killing it. Speaking of the virus, and the parasite, she even thought of it, as she sat by his bedside while he was still unconscious.

The doctors said they didn't find anything of that sort, except for unusual markings in his stomach, mostly around the smaller intestine. There were small tears, but nothing more.

She assumed when that creature stabbed him, it ripped the parasite out as well. But, that was her own conclusion.

And, Dion, the poor girl. She was so scared, and shakened at everything she had seen, and witnessed, she couldn't even talk. She was at the hospital, but she didn't make much of a move, except for stay in the lobby, as her aunt moved about.

She remembered walking over to her, after finding the girl in the downstairs cafeteria. Her usual bright eyes were now dull, and held no sort of expression except for sorrow. She talked to her for what seemed like hours, trying to cheer her up. She remembered using the line, 'If we can make it through that hell, then the others can as well.' That was when Dion looked at her, a sort of new hope crossing her eyes. She didn't smile, but it was just as good. She wanted the girl to know everything was safe, and that nothing like that was ever going to happen again. Dion wanted to go see Brett, but she was afraid. Thinking that the last time she may ever see him, was when he was in the hospital hooked up to machines. She was afraid.

But, she kept talking to her and reassuring her till her aunt came to pick her up. The two shared their own thoughts, and sorrows. She remembered speaking to the aunt, her name was Trisha. She spoke how sorry she was that everything happened, and that some of it might've been prevented. Trisha simply patted her on the back, and assured her that there was nothing to be sorry for. She had been caught up in the same hell, and that she was glad someone came out safe.

It turned out, when those creatures attacked, a gas truck slid off the road and collided into a warehouse. The place exploded in minutes. Killing ten people. One of them being their father. Their aunt took full custody of the two, finally happy that she could keep them safe and together.

She just sat there watching as everyone talked, and tossed things at each other. They laughed, and talked,

"Hey," said Brett, slightly nudging her in the arm, as she rested her head on his shoulder. She just sat there staring, no longer stepping into the conversation. She held this somewhat, emotionless look, "What are you thinking about?"

He watched as she didn't answer for awhile, before smiling. She looked up at him, her bright green eyes practically sparkling in the dimmed light, "A miracle."