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Zombie Apocalypse 6 (End)

It took five years.

Five years of fighting. Zombies, bandits... whoever threatened the peace, the budding communities and cities. With the Blood Wolves behind me, I traveled around, only staying in one place long enough to kill whoever needed it.

"Boss, you need to rest." One day, Shark grabbed my arm, tears in his eyes. "You're still bleeding."

I looked down at the wound, frowning as I didn't remember the bandit landing a hit in the last fight. Shrugging off his hand, I wrapped the wound up as I walked, refusing to stop. "If you need to rest, then do so. You can always catch up with me later."

"He wouldn't want this."

I paused, staring at the scarred, caring man for a long few moments. "He's waiting for me."

I have to finish the mission.

I glanced down at my phone, which showed a new number.

92% Complete.

"I have to keep going."

I heard whispers of Eric and Hannah's camp. They had grown exponentially, recruiting fighters, farmers, and craftsman. Hannah had a reputation as a ruthless negotiator, with many saying they'd rather face hoards of zombies than her with a contract in hand.

Her cooking had also gained a reputation, and was also widely feared.

I guess she never quite picked up all of Liam's skills. I smiled fondly, remembering his proud grin when he called me to dinner, showing off his craft.

I kept fighting.

And finally, one day, after defeating a large hoard of zombies, bleeding from multiple wounds, I felt a vibration in my pocket as I sank down to the ground, ignoring the blood soaking my clothing. I smiled up at Shark and the rest, who fortunately had survived all these years at my side, my first true smile since Liam left.

They were startled at the sight. "Boss?"

I laughed with relief, waving them closer. "I have to go find him now."

Shark sank to his knees, staring at me with wide eyes. "You..."

"Go back to Eric and Hannah. They'll have plenty of room and food, and you guys deserve to rest."

"You're not coming back with us?"

I pulled out my phone, looking at the sight I had longed for over the past five years.

"100% complete.

**** You have finished the mission! ****

Stay in this world?

YES/NO

"Thank you guys, for everything." I reached over and pressed "No" without hesitation.

"Boss!"

I escaped into the nothingness between worlds.

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"She's gone."

"Eric?" Hannah's careful voice broke his reverie, startling him. "Who's gone?"

Eric smiled at the heroine, patting her head carefully. "It's nothing. I have to go check on something."

"What are you...?"

Ignoring her call, Eric walked a long ways away, clearing off a secret door, which led into a barely lit underground space. Looking at the chained up man on the floor, he sighed carefully, sitting on a chair in front of him.

The man looked up, the horrific scarring on his face making him barely recognizable.

"Hello again, Jason."

"Eric." The voice was hoarse, filled with a deep hatred.

Eric ignored him. "It's been five years." He stared down at the barely living man, his eyes cold. "Five years, but now she's finally left this world. So our time together is at an end."

"Who left, Hannah?" Jason's remaining eye which were cloudy and dull, brightened as he spoke her name.

"No, Blaire." He sighed at the name. "Who knew she'd choose a name so close to her own. Sometimes I wonder if her memories were really lost."

"Blaire? You..." Jason glared at him with shock. "You're crazy... this was all your doing! YOU were the one who told me the story of this world. You told me she was an imposter! This is all your fault!"

Eric threw his head back and laughed. "I gave you so much opportunity. Information. Fogging up your role in the kidnapping in the original story... All you had to do was create enough chaos so that we could kill that clingy bastard and I could save her life, making her indebted to me. But you killed him too quickly, and she left without a word." He shook his head. "After all this time, she's still so heartless."

"So you never cared about Hannah?"

"Hannah? Oh, I love her... or I should say this character loves her. I am the hero, after all, and I must love the heroine."

"Why...?"

"I wish I could choose someone different as well." He frowned. "But I can't change who I am, just like he can't." Pausing, he stared up at the ceiling. "She's the only one who can... if she can afford the cost, in the end."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

Eric spread his hands helplessly. "You'd never understand. She's already saved your foolish little world, even if you'll never get to enjoy it."

He stood up, pulling a knife from his belt.

"Wait... don't!"

"I've had fun punishing you all these years. Unfortunately, I told her you were dead, and I'd hate to lie to her." He grinned. "She might hold it against me."

"NO!"

"Goodbye." He slit the screaming man's throat, and then turned around, leaning against the chair with a tired expression.

"It was hard enough to find her this time. How long is it going to take until I find her again?"