Epilogue.

You lay there, basking in the afterglows of excitement, your head resting on Britney's soft chest. The sun is setting beyond the window, its last rays lighting the landscape in most beautiful colors. Some shapes seem more frightening and dangerous in this red light, others become friendlier, gentler than they normally were.

And so it has been. The virus was a disaster to you and the rest of the human race. It turned your world upside down, sinking the things you took for granted in a gory anarchy. But out of the ruins and ashes, you have managed to rise, to survive, to build a new, relatively ordered and safe world for yourself and those you love. This new world may not have TVs, pills, carbonated drinks, stereos, computers, or other fancy civilization goods, but somehow you feel happier than you ever did in your old life.