Every story has to come to and end. Everything must have an ending. Nothing man-made lasts forever.

So, here we are. The end of The childrens' apocalypse.

18 year old Miles, the boy with pink hair who lead a group of survivors, sat in his old bedroom, stared at a camera and smiled. He seemed both happy and sad at the same time. His left arm was gone, replaced by a simple looking prosthetic limb.

"So... Hi. Hi there to whoever is seeing this right now. Today is... Monday. Yeah, Monday of the aftermath of the widespread infection that turned all adults everywhere into monsters. I'm... 18 now. Yeah.. 18.

It's been a few months since the disaster, and a conclusion is now on its way." He chuckles awkwardly. "Sound quality on my old camcorder isn't the best, but it works nonetheless.. Uh, how do I say this?

There is good news and news and bad news. The good news is.. We found a cure. It sat in front of everyone's faces in the form of a plant monster and its spores. The whole entire time. Nonetheless.. this means we had to have it die. That's not the bad news though."

The teen's sadness becomes more obvious as he reaches for an area out of view of camera. It takes a few seconds for him to reveal a plain looking pistol to the camera.

"This is a real gun loaded with real bullets. The kid doctors that worked with me said that a cure will be made, but I most likely won't make it in time enough to reverse the effects of the zombification. And so.. I plan on killing myself."

Miles places the gun to his forehead, his fingers rest on the edge of the trigger. Just one twitch and it would be lights out for him. All over. But just as quickly Miles had grabbed the gun, he puts the creation of death away.

"I'm not doing it on camera, young eyes might be watching this. I'm older, but not cruel. By the time you see this video, I've most likely found the perfect spot to lay waste to myself, thus saving all of humanity.

I.. I've had a wild ride, you know? Made good new friends and enjoyed myself. But.." Tears form on the young man's face. He  turns away from the camera, sniffling and wiping his tears away. "If you're seeing this now, I'm most likely already dead. Thank you everyone, I love you all. No matter how terrible of a leader I've been, you stuck by me.  This is my goodbye. Miles, signing out for the last time. Godspeed everyone."
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The pink haired teem camera cuts the recording, then takes the memory card out of the camera.  He tucks the card into his pocket.

For now, no one will know of this video. After all, It's time for one last party. A big one for closure.

Although hybrid kind isn't quite accepted by regular campers who calls the main group of Miles a bunch of weirdos, now is the time to celebrate victory.

Humanity will live on. A celebration is necessary.

A bonfire is started in the middle of the survivors base.

The time of day is sunset. Marshmallows, old candies and chocolates are brought out. Legitimate grills hang out near the fire. Zombie carcasses are being coooked/cut up for cannibals, all is smiles and joy.

Miles will join this fun. Even get drunk if one offered him an alcoholic beverage.

Fun, carelessness, and a new future awaits. Hooray for survival. This will be the end of the story.

This is The [good] ending.

And yes, this chapter is meant for roleplay. Primarily to wrap this whack story up as per request by XXXXXFREAKSHOWXXXXX
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