PRINCESS

We took our troops from North Dakota through the mostly-destroyed northwestern states and into Maryland. With the man responsible for all the destruction dead, it was time to let the surviving masses know they could come forward and help repair and fight to make this country great again.

When we got to the White House, we found it in ruins. The garden was crawling with zombies. June and I took a few out, then I jumped out of the tank and ordered Vik and Yuri to come with me. They needed combat practice anyway. I gave them each a gun and told them what I had told the other warriors: point and shoot.

We snuck through the garden, with my men clumsily discharging their firearms, which were thankfully silenced, at blues, while I took on the task of severing the spinal cords of the pinks.

There were a few of them left on the lawn when we got to the doors, but I radioed June to take care of them. When we got inside, I immediately found my way to the Oval Office. There were cameras set up in front of the desk already. I knew there was one broadcast sent from the White House as the bombs were being dropped, but after that, all cable television went down in the country. I ordered June to exit the tank and find and turn on the nearest tv. I told my men to guard the doors in case a Picketfence supporter attempted to stop me.

I turned on a camera and sat at the desk. June radioed me to say she could see me on the tv in a donut shop down the street. I thanked her and began my broadcast to the United States, that it was time to take our country back.

JUNE

We sent Shane and Olive back to Specter U so that Olive could get her bullet would properly treated. Princess gave her an official title of law enforcer and ordered her guards to get her paperwork done. It was pretty neat, and a little bit scary, considering Olive had no idea that the grenade wasn't explosive.

Back in the tank, Princess, Vik, Yuri and I checked what was on the card that Shane retrieved for us in Picket's bunker. We were gonna use the information on it to track down and capture, or kill if it came to that, all of Picket's remaining guards and followers.

The nearest safehouse to Specter U wasn't even in the state, since, we assumed, Picket generally hated everybody in Georgia because of Dean Kennedy. It was in Alabama, in the city of Mallowville. That was a short tank ride away...when we got there, we found that the safehouse was in a parking garage's security office. Dead zombies were scattered all over the place. It seemed deserted. Princess's broadcast must've scared the living off.

We were about to pack up and leave when we heard a muffled cry for help come from a vehicle near the elevator. I went to investigate. I popped the trunk and inside, I found a man in camouflage. I took the gag from his mouth and he told me he had no intention to harm anybody, that he was a POW and just wanted to get back to his family. Princess asked him his name. He said it was Jones. As in Chazz Jones.

We took him back to the tank with us and fed him, as he hadn't been fed in almost two weeks.

YURI

Woohoo, congratulations to Chazz on being reunited with his dad. I got to watch as the other sick kid at camp shared a heartwarming moment with his family, and to make matters worse, Princess informed me that a man claiming to be my father was waiting outside the dome. She told him nothing of my sister, which meant that if this man was actually my father, it'd be on me to give him the details of his baby girl's death. I took my gun with me in case.

There was a man out there, in a wheelchair. He looked like my father...mostly, except my father had both his legs and normally wore Prada suits and fedoras. He called out to me, saying he hadn't seen me in weeks, and that he had much to tell of his travels, and how he lost his leg by his own hand after one of his men turned and bit him.

I had my hands in my sweater pocket, where Arizona's hat was kept safe, but also right on the handle of my gun. I interrupted him as he was asking where Arizona was by presenting him with the hat. I knew he would be angry. He reached into the back of his pants and drew a handgun on me, but he didn't know I had friends. June hadn't left yet for her next bunker mission and was behind me, ready to shoot.

He asked me why I didn't save Arizona. I asked him why he gave me and my mother the virus that constantly slowed me down and made me mostly useless to my team. He was to blame for making me too weak to help my friends take down Picket. I had to sit out on my only chance at revenge because of him.

I told June that he was too unstable to be allowed in the camp and she shot him on the spot.

She's teaching me to use a gun when she's finished with her missions.

ANGEL

Dean Kennedy was a great man, who, with his idea of racial, gender, and class equality would have brought this nation together. We can see that in his daughter, Princess, in how she leads the camp. With her in charge, I can see the bright future already on its way.

Rin Ramirez, the wife of our June, we also remember today. She fought for equality of the non-straight, but straight-accepting community, and for that we honor her. June's actions in the last few weeks would make her so proud.

Peachy Kean was meant to be the group's first line of defense in Princess's infiltration group, but sadly, she took her life. I didn't get a chance to meet her, but she had a reputation during her few days as a refugee as the camp's strongest and bravest woman, and I know that's how she would want to be remembered.

I also never did meet Jared Rogers, who aided June's group in getting to the dome. I heard he saved June from certain death, and without his intervening we would not have her here to keep us safe, so we thank him today.

Today we also mourn the loss of Arizona Guadalupe Margarita Gutierrez, who died protecting her brother Yuri and their friends. Like a true hero. She was only eight years old when she was taken from us.

Lastly, we honor our fallen friend Maurice Sandoval, who was brutally murdered here in the dome. Maurice was an amazing man, the captain of his football team, but still a sensitive and caring person, especially to me. If he was here today, perhaps you'd see us hand in hand

...with that, our service is over.

I have to catch a cab and find my mother now, and hope and pray to God I don't have to give her eulogy too.