VIK
Vik has been put to use quite wisely in the last few months. Vik can now use a firearm and drive the tank for the group, alongside using his charm and sexiness to win over the enemy. Vik feels like a legitimate part of a mafia, like the Bratva back at home, but more attractive.
After we took out - and it feels good to say that - the last few men of the dead corrupt American ex-president, Princess decided to name Vik her second-in-command. But Vik had to refuse her offer. He knew that it came with many unsaid perks - the sexytimes with Princess being the major one, but Vik felt it was time to go home. Vik's relatives had not heard his sweet sultry voice in years, and Vik also had many self portraits drawn by the students to show to matushka and papushka. It is too easy to become famous on American soil, and Vik is going home with medals for his military services. They will be so proud.
Vik chose to say goodbye to Princess by giving her a goodbye kiss in the middle of her afternoon nap. She said goodbye with a slap to Vik's face because she is kinky like that. She told Vik her private jet was waiting outside for him already. Vik thanked her for all she had done and exited the dome.
The spy from Spain was outside as well. He told Vik he was also going home, and that he tried to get Princess to come along with him. What a fool. Not only does the woman now have a country to run, but her heart clearly belongs to Vik. Most of the American survivors' hearts belong to Vik.
As the plane revved up and began rolling down the street(which we had to use as a runway), Vik looked out the window to see none other than Princess tearfully waving goodbye.
CARLA
A few months after our 'side' won, the dome was being torn down, the vaccine for the cure was being administered, and the Specter U survivors were going home. Any zombies left over had Princess's best guys taking care of them. Me, Princess, and June and her friends were amongst the last few people left on campus. Our beds were removed and everything when Princess made her new post in DC. It means I don't have anywhere left to go. I had no desire to go home to my dad, who Malcolm amazingly spared, because he was responsible for the burns covering most of my body.
I spent most of last week wandering the campus, trying to befriend every other guard and construction worker in case one wants to take me home, but I had no luck. I even spoke to June's friend Yuri, who just came into a large (stolen) fortune from his dead father, you know, from one burn victim to another, but he wasn't interested. As if he had any real excuse. June probably called dibs on him or something.
On my last day, I was walking around the watchtower, which was actually an astronomy tower, and I heard a whining sound. It was coming from the classroom that used to be my room, so I checked in there. Under the teacher's desk, I found June's dog, Raisinette, a standard poodle, with four puppies, all white and fluffy with giant paws. Another dog, Olive's golden retriever Austin, followed me in - he was probably the proud new father.
I had to tell the new grandmas.
OLIVE
It takes somebody fearless to keep this country safe, somebody like me. That's why Princess, who is about to be "elected" President, assigned me as her vice pres, and my job is to train and prep all future troops(in case of retaliation) - though I'm not sure that's what the vice pres does regularly. I took the job, though. It means that June and sicky and our new puppies, which are a total mystery, get to go live in D.C. with Princess...as well as some lady from Specter U who is tryna claim that she couldn't be apart from Austin, who she claimed as her 'therapy dog', while we were out on our bunker missions for the last couple months.
I suppose I could deal with a dog walker taking care of my baby while I'm busy defending America.
For our last meeting, Princess called me up to the top room of the watchtower to brief me on the situation. I took my puppy, which I named after sicky's little sister Arizona, with me for protection against Princess's cold stares. Puppies make everybody smile.
I also got to remove my last bandages from that one very lucky shot in that fateful fight versus Picket. See what happens to people who shoot Olive Mitchell?
So, when I got to the top room of the watchtower, I noticed that Princess wasn't there waiting for me, but! There was a trapdoor in the roof with a ladder leading up and out. I set down my puppy and climbed up. It was sunset outside and Princess was sitting on the edge of the building roof with a six pack of booze, not that she was legal to drink. She told me to sit down and share a drink with her - a toast to the bright future of the nation. I did.
I then told her beer was gross.
THE END
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