“Daddy.” Bette said happily. Melvin appeared just behind the man he had shot.

“I never liked that somvabitch anyhow.” He mumbled to himself, before spitting to the side. “Go girl…get on outta here.”

“Daddy…”

“I said go on girl.” He allowed a hug, the first in years, before shooing her along. He had had enough, and it was time for her to go. He would stay behind and die a peaceful death in his home.

“I love you.” She said to him. For the first time in her life, he answered back with the exact same words.

Meanwhile, Helena was crying over El Wray’s body.

“We have to go…” She said.

“I’m staying…here…” He gasped. “You go…”

“But you said…two against the world…you said two against the world!”

He nodded. Then he placed his hand gently on her lower belly. “It will be…I never miss.”

Above her a chopper could be heard. Bette desperately lowered a rope, watching as the infected were closing in on Helena.

“Reach up!” She yelled down.

Helena looked up at her, met her eyes, and reached up for the rope.

An hour later, Bette and Helena huddled together on the helicopter. They fell into a light doze, then awoke, only to find that their brilliant pilot—Helena’s former boss, whose assistants were Bette’s insane babysitters—had sent them in circles.

“let us back down.” Helena said angrily. “We’ll take the bike and lead the way. You cover us…”

“Where are we going?” Bette asked.

“to the coast. You’ll ride with me?” Helena smiled as Bette nodded immediately. “Good thing some dipshit agreed to bring the bike on board, hey?” Bette laughed.

It was 4am when the helicopter touched down on a long stretch of empty highway.  Helena sat on the motorcycle, revved the engine, and looked around until Bette climbed on behind her.

“Hold on tighter.” Helena said. “And you should sleep…”

“No, I’m fine…”

“Just in case.” Helena wrapped Bette with a jacket, and tied Bette’s hands around her waist. “You’ll keep me warm like this. Now, get some sleep.”

As they rode off into the sunrise, the infected made their way to follow…