The whole headquarters were on fire, the last fortress of the human race. A coughing sound emerged from under the debris. Merryweather was still alive, stuck under heavy concrete slabs and parts. His right leg was impaled by a metal rod, pierced through. He could barely breath, grabbing the smaller parts and pushing them out through a hole. He couldn't hear gunshots anymore, neither explosions or screams for help. People screaming in agony as they're being torn apart and killed by the instances. He reached for a slab which was on his head, using all his strength to push it off. It weighed too much to be picked up but light enough to be pushed. He got it off his head as it fell into one of the holes. He could finally breathe. He took his fursuit head off which was broken badly. There was a hole by the left ear which was completely falling off. He looked at his leg, bleeding out rapidly he searched his vest and got a first aid kit. He was still bleeding from the bullet in his chest.

Merryweather treated his leg using everything that he had in the kit. He injected adrenaline in his thigh before looking up. He saw it all. Walls were falling apart, everything was filled with smoke and the sky turned red. Thousands of corpses lay around, heads decapitated, organs pulled out, fingers and limbs laying around. It was a horrifying view, he looked to the left and saw Ryan. He was looking at him. He had a bite mark on his neck and missing left arm. His eyes were open looking at Merryweather and his facial expression showed happiness. Suddenly, Merryweather heard the most pleasant sentence in this situation ''MEDIC! WE'VE GOT ALIVE ONE!''. A couple of GOC operatives pushed the concrete off Merryweather's legs and Medic took care of the metal rod and bullet wound. Their uniforms were scratched, dirty in mud, helmets had bullets stuck in them. Medic's armband was sliced and his right ear was missing. Humanity has won this fight but at what cost? Billions lost their lives, DC Al Fine included.

Olivia. . . That fucking mole has to die and Merryweather will make sure to take care of it quicker than PNEUMA can reach her. The remaining survivors received amnestics treatment, at least they won't forget what shit happened here. UIU will pull up some infection cover or whatever, if they're still alive. Is this the end of this story? No, there's one more thing left to do.

***

After a couple of months, Merryweather in his civilian clothing gets out of his car with flowers, dark red roses. He's back home, to his family. He releases a tear before walking up to the door. His leg was almost fully healed and his chest was all good. Lucky bullets didn't damage the main parts. He rang the doorbell, awaiting with a smile and roses up. Nobody answered, he ringed it again and began to knock. Still no response. He pushed the door open, lights were off, he walked forward feeling uneasy. In the kitchen was a single light turned on, hanging from the ceiling. She was there. Laying on the ground. Table broken. Knife in her stomach. Laying in a puddle of blood. Merryweather dropped his flowers running up to her, ignoring everything around. He fell onto his knees, his eyes filled with tears he grabbed her by the hands turning on her back. She was cold and pale. He pulled the knife out and tossed it away before checking if she breathed. He wasn't thinking clearly, it was obvious she wouldn't breathe.

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He looked at his hands, bloody hands. He grabbed her by the shoulders and hugged to his chest her head. He had a sudden thought ''Jeremy.'' He rushed upstairs looking at the door to his son's room. He attempted to open it, but it was barricaded. He kicked it, one, two, three times. Nothing. He backed off before running into the door, crushing through. ''Dwaddy~!'' He heard familiar voice but it wasn't his son. Not anymore. The figure emerged from out of the shelf. It was a blue furry dragon, size of a kid. He knew what he has to do, what others would do. Even that this happened to him, it was still his son. He couldn't do it. The furry ran up to him, hugging his legs. Merryweather fell on his knees, heart broken and destroyed mentally. He began to cry but he knew that he had to stay strong. He had enough of this shit. Standing up he grabbed his son by the furry ears of his mask and dragged him downstairs to the kitchen. The kid saw his mother dead but didn't care, all that was important to him was Olliefox.

Merryweather grabbed the knife and jammed it straight into the furry child's jaw, piercing the mask and inserting it into the human jaw. He ripped it right out before grabbing the mask and taking it off his child's head. The kid was screaming in pain, voice discorded by dragon sounds. He slapped Jeremy and pushed him into the corner before raising the knife. The kid attempted to protect himself by raising his hand but Merryweather pierced the hand with the knife. The child looked in terror on the knife which pierced his hand but it was torn out, and he got kicked in the stomach before the knife was stabbed in his chest, piercing the ribcage and ending his life. Merryweahter left the knife inside and backed off, terrified of what he had done. It had to be done. He looked over to his dead wife. The sergeant walked upstairs back into his son's room before looking at his laptop. He opened it trying to find the site on the Internet but it was deleted by the UIU branch. He felt something nearby.

The books fell off the shelf as he immediately stood up looking at it. He heard the child laugh and run. He knew who it was. The one that killed his family.

''Olliefox. . .''