As much as I enjoyed writing this story, I have to say that it has to end. I'm sorry for the short warning, but I really didn't know where I was going until I got here. There are other things I'd like to do with this story, but I think it would take too long, or be too drawn out. I guess you can just imagine it for yourself.

Thank you everyone who has ever reviewed, especially those who review every chapter. You guys arethe reason I write, and I'm grateful for all the comments you've left me. Thank you again, and maybe I'll hear from you again in the future. I'll leave you with some quotes from A British physician and writer and his opinions on epidemics.

"…could such a pandemic virus, or pandemic resulting from a change in an existing virus, threaten the whole human species? Such questions are almost too appalling to contemplate. Yet they must be faced…."

"…a percentage of people will be resistant to even the most virulent extinction strain…but a near miss would prove so catastrophic socially and psychologically, the we can only derive limited comfort from this."- Frank Ryan

What the world needs- conclusion

They had gotten used to the silence of the hospital. Some were even accepting the fact that the life they were currently living was real. The world had basically ended…and they were still there. Millions of people lost their lives, all over the country, all over everywhere. And those who were left had to find a way to move on, without the friends and family they lost. They had to move on, live for the friends and family they lost, be a survivor. And be thankful. Even if they feel like they lost everything and have nothing to be thankful for.


Izzie smiled as she looked in the incubator and saw her daughter for the first time. She was small, she was frail, but she was alive, and she was fighting.

"She's beautiful," Izzie said to George.

"Yes, she is," he agreed. "And she made it pass the sickness too."

"It's amazing," she said, letting the baby grasp on too her finger. "You're amazing, little girl."

"Little girl isn't much of a name, you know," George said. Izzie looked at him.

"No, it isn't," she agreed. She looked back at the baby, and was silent for a few moments.

"Allyson," she said finally.


"Yeah. Allyson. Allyson Cristina O'Malley. What do you think?"

He smiled. "I think it's perfect."

"Me too."

He put his hand on her shoulder. She put her and on top of his. Things were really working out, even though they had everything fighting against them. What ever could go wrong did…and yet here they were.

"Thank you," she said. He looked at her.

"For what?"

"For…I don't know, everything. For being here. For telling me it was going to be okay. I really love you."

"I love you too," he said, and they looked back at their daughter.


Alex and Addison sat on a bench outside, the most private place they could find at the time. Nobody really went outside. Not yet at least. It had been a week and a half since everything started, so people were still transitioning. But it was getting better.

"Izzie's happy she can finally see the baby," Alex was saying. "I think she'd go crazy if she had to wait another day. I'm surprised she did wait."

"Me too," Addison said with a laugh. "She's a fighter. Just like her daughter."

"Yeah," Alex said with a smile. They fell silent for a few moments. Thoughts were going through their minds, thoughts of everything that had happened, and everything that could happen because…you never know. They learned that for sure.

"I'm sorry it took me so long," Addison said, almost embarrassed. "I really didn't know what to do. Well I knew what I wanted, but I didn't know if it was right. And then I knew…that it was right. It had never been so right. I just didn't know if I was ready. But it's now or never, right?"

"I guess so," he sighed. "I'm sorry that I pressured you. I'm just impatient."

"Don't worry, I would be too if I were you," she smiled. "But now that's over. Now is now."

"Now is now," he agreed, and they looked at each other for several moments, then leaned in and kissed.


Meredith and Derek watched George and Izzie through the window of the NICU. It was amazing, that that little baby survived when Cristina and Burke didn't. but it was a good thing. It showed that there really was hope.

"Do you want children?" Derek asked Meredith. She looked at him.

"Why?" she asked in an accusing voice.

"Just wondering," he answered. "Since now we know that it's possible."

"I don't know," she said. "Not now, that's for sure. Maybe…someday."

He smiled.

"You want to have kids," she said.

"Maybe," he said. "Someday."

George and Izzie were coming out of the room. Meredith saw this as a chance to escape the uncomfortable conversation she was having.

"Hey," she said thankfully as they came out. "How is she?"

"Good," George replied. "We're just going back to the room now."

"He's making me," Izzie added with a smile.

"I'll go with you," Meredith said quickly. "We can talk, about…the baby."

"Okay," George said slowly, looking at Derek, who shook his head.

"Meredith," he said as she followed George and Izzie. She looked back.

"I just want to talk to them for a little bit-"

"It's fine," he assured her. "I'm sorry that I brought it up."

""You have no reason to be sorry," she said. "So I'm just going to go."

"Okay," he sighed, wishing he hadn't scared her off once again.

"What was that about?" Izzie asked her.

"He asked me if I wanted kids," Meredith sighed.

"Oh," both George and Izzie said.

"I just want to…wait, you know? I don't want to think about it."

"It's not that bad," Izzie said. "I'm sure you'll want it one day."

"Yeah," Meredith said skeptically as they entered Izzie's room. "You know so much after like three days."

"That's right," she said as she got back in bed.

Alex joined them not long after. He didn't say anything as he sat down in one of the chairs.

"How is it with Addison?" Meredith asked innocently. He looked at her and shook his head.

"Just fine." He looked at Izzie. "How's the baby?"

"She's fine."

"And she's not just the baby anymore," George added.

"What do you mean?" Meredith asked.

"We named her," Izzie said. "Allyson. Allyson Cristina O'Malley."

Meredith smiled. "That's a good name."

After a moment, Alex said, "Her name's Ally O'Malley."

They looked at him.

"Remind me to never call her Ally," Izzie told George.

"Okay," he said.

They were silent for a moment. It almost felt like old times , except that Cristina wasn't there. They were still trying to get used to that. But by now Meredith knew that what Derek said was right. She wasn't alone. She still had friends, she had him, no matter how much she pushed him away. And they all started to have hope.

Things weren't always easy from there on in. they went through a lot of ups and downs, and a lot of obstacles to overcome. They worked hard on making things halfway normal again, and try to get their lives, and the world back together. More people came to Seattle, people who had no where to go and heard of a place where there was more people like them. And they were eventually able to start over again, with each other by their sides.