He heard something in the distance. He searched the sky for the source of the noise. A helicopter hovered overhead and was slowly making its way to the ground.
It landed and Taylor's father, Walker, jumped out and ran over. With as few words as possible spoken, they were informed that the chopper would bring them to where the rest of the survivors from the camp were, including all of the Hansons and the members of until tomorrow.
They boarded the helicopter and were on their way. Ten minutes was all it took. Ten minutes that were silent but for the dull roar of the chopper's engine and blades.
They entered a large building after landing and disembarking from the helicopter. It looked to be a large hospital. He and Alisa were led through the halls to a large room filled with beds by a nurse and Walker. Most of the beds were filled by cellmates of his. They all seemed to be eating happily.
He was shown a bed and was told to lie down. He obliged happily. The nurse looked around the room for a moment. Then she picked up Alisa's hand and patted it. "Don't worry dear. We'll just put you in another room."
He wouldn't have that. "No. You're not taking her away from me again. Either get her a bed and put it right by me or let us share a bed."
The nurse stood there with a bemused expression on her face. "All right. I'll go wheel another bed in."
He scooted over and patted the bed beside him. Alisa sat down with a smile. He gazed at her affectionately. "Alisa, thank you."
She looked puzzled. "What for?"
He held her chin delicately and pressed his lips to hers. "For letting me love you and loving me back."
She smiled again. "As Patrick Swayze and Demi Moore said, 'Ditto'".
They embraced, not caring who their audience was. When they pulled apart, they heard clapping. He turned to see his family and friends applauding. K.D. shouted, "There! It was all worth it!"
He smiled so widely it hurt. "You realize that we're going to have to give you guys a listen as soon as possible. If you're any good, you're opening for us on our next tour."
Silver balked, "Good? We're great!"
Jay piped up. "Who died and made us Frosted Flakes?"
The room erupted in laughter. It would be a while before things were back to normal. He wasn't sure he wanted normal though. Normal didn't include Alisa. Change is a good thing, he decided.
A cemetary was created for the bodies and ashes of all of those who had died because of this incident. That had been at least 1000 people.
Kitler's body was not buried there. There was more than one reason for that, but the main reason was that they couldn't find his body.
Taylor convinced himself, his family and his friends that Kitler was dead. With those injuries, how could he possibly live? He made himself sure of it. He only hoped he wasn't wrong. Hey, it could happen.
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