This Is Not the End

Epilogue

Dark, bare room with one table, one chair, and a large two-way mirror. Two people are in the room, a UGA interrogator and a girl with a story to tell. A large collection of scientists and members of the media crowd each other on the other side of the two-way mirror, pressing to listen to the story.

Interrogator 2 (quietly): So. You died there.

The two look at each other for another moment in silence.

Girl: Yes. In a way, I did die there.

Interrogator 2: Then... how are you here?

Girl: Do you remember what I told you at the beginning?

Interrogator 2 nods.

Interrogator 2: You said to remember that you were different.

Girl: That's right. The government found me in the ruins of the Plant a few days later. The phosgene was gone from my lungs; I was the first in a series of mutants. The Ostrich's explosion? It made me immune to the gas. Phosgene, mustard gas. All of it.

Muffled exclamations are heard from behind the two-way mirror.

Girl: That's why I'm here. The United Guardian Alliance wants me to cure the world. At least... they want me to cure their world. So we can win the war.

Interrogator 2: They want you for experiments. You'll spend a lifetime in a lab...

Girl: I know.

Interrogator 2: ...You're going to do it?

Girl: Would the government would take care of my colony... My friends. If I did?

Interrogator 2 (nods): Is that why you're doing it?

Girl: ... I love my friends. But I'm doing it because for once in my life have a chance to change things. There's hope for change. And I'm taking it.

Interrogator nods and walks out of room. Celebrations are heard from the scientists as they prepare to find a vaccine against all the gases and win the war.

Girl (alone, quietly): So, they were right. This is not the end.

Girl (even quieter): This is not the end. 

~Author's Note~ That's it, guys, thanks for reading!