Sturniolo Triplets - Zombie Apocalypse

The Finale

Warnings: Violence, Fights, Injury, Blood, Panic, Mental Breakdown, Loss of Will, Some Death

Matt has to save his brothers, but it won't be easy, not at all

A/N: Ahhhhhh finalllyyyyyy finiiisheeed. Omg. This all turned out waaay longer than planned... anyway, if you notice any plot holes or unlikely zombie/enemy movements... no you didn't.

I hope you enjoy the final part of this series! Please comment any thoughts you had!

The Story:

It was already late by the time they finished planning out the details of their plan, so they decided to make the track back to another town, a few miles away, where they found a safe-ish building to spend the night in.

They spent another day gathering the necessary supplies and preparing everything, this plan would only work if they managed to secure their own weapons, after all.

They set their plan in motion the day after that, exactly two weeks after Matt had first 'disappeared' from their home.

Since there were only four of them, they were left with no other options but to split up, each in charge of their own task, all of them dangerous.

Matt was honestly surprised with himself and how steady he remained through it all. He supposed he had too much on the line to afford breaking down. Nick was waiting for him, after all.

They waited until nightfall, since they relied on the darkness of the night for a little bit of an extra advantage.

They had no way of communicating with each other once they started, but since most of their parts would end up making a significant amount of noise, the rest would have no problem in telling what stage their plan was at.

Matt was crouched down, hiding behind an abandoned car, waiting for his chance. He could clearly see the station from there, facing the western wall, away from the main entrance.

As of now, the only thing to be heard was distant chatter of the enemy patrolling outside, distant moans of the infected and the sporadic crackling of static from the enemy's radios. Matt's heart raced, a rapid drumbeat against the quiet of the impending storm.

His mind was disarray, thoughts, fears and hope swirling around a mile a minute. The plan was a gamble, hinging on everything playing out perfectly and a fair share of luck. Matt knew the risks, the long list of things that could go wrong. But beneath the worry and anxiety was another, more simple thought – that all that didn't matter, he had to go through with it anyway.

He had to be brave and remain focused. This wasn't just about him; it was about family, about Nick, about reuniting what they had left in this fractured world.

He clenched his jaw, trying to keep any unnecessary thoughts at bay. Just wait for the signal, he reminded himself, a mantra to steady his nerves. Pope's part in the plan was crucial, and everything relied on the success of those homemade bombs. How convenient that their home base was at an old gas station.

Then, with a roar that split the silence and set their plan in motion, the southern wall, the one with the main entrance, was engulfed in flames. The explosion was massive, a fiery declaration that their attack had begun. Matt flinched at the blast, feeling the heat even from his distance. The ground trembled, and a chorus of alarmed shouts rang out from within the station.

Pope had done his job.

As the enemy started rushing out, their silhouettes stark against the blaze, Matt watched the chaos unfold. The second explosion from Cleo's side rang through the air just moments later, adding to the madness. Her explosion was far smaller, the goal was to make a hole in the wall and create another exit, one they would use to get everyone out.