They found me.

On the roof of the Martinez place, just sitting, staring into space.

I'd been shot here only a year ago. Just beyond the back garden. Boy, had it hurt.

They found them.

Ella on the couch, my poor little sister, stopped breathing just like him.

Dr. Martinez, in the kitchen, eyes staring out.

Jeb, on the stairs, neck crooked.

And I took off, straight up.

Cracks, as gunshots fired. The hiss of hot metal through the air. The pain, as, my body filled with holes.

I wonder, did she feel this good, as she fell to earth?

That's it folks, killing everyone in 13 nice, easy chapters!