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"Epilogue"

The rain fell in a light drizzle that coated everything in a sheen of water. The air was cold and the sky overcast. Looking out over the graveyard, Zack could see the line of black cars in the funeral procession that had taken them to this point. He was wearing his navy dress blue uniform, complete with a white visor cap with the Navy SEAL insignia affixed at the top.

The military had officially said the plane carrying Zack and Lexington went down do to systems malfunction. Even when Ashley, Brooke and Zack told the military officials about all of the horrific things they had seen, they said it was simply illusions from being stranded for so long in an abandoned town. Even Lexington and Vanessa's death were attributed to exposure. Either way, after Ashley Brooke and Zack were rescued, the gates of Silent Hill were closed once again, the town never to be spoken of publicly.

He walked toward the blue tarp that was being used to shield the mourners from the rain, limping and using a cane. His injuries had forced his to retire from the navy, long before he had planned to. Zack found his seat at the front of the crowd and sat next to Ashley.

Ashley was visibly distraught. She wore the customary black dress with and black hat with a face veil. Her bright blonde hair did nothing to brighten the mood. As Ashley wiped at her eyes, Zack then turned to Brooke.

Her normal face had been restored after emergency surgery the mask having been removed. The doctors were amazed that Brooke had not contracted a fatal infection. Luckily they were able to graft skin from other parts of her body and give her, her face back. She still had a scare that was a constant reminder of the hell they endured.

Under the tarp were two caskets, both empty. On one was the American flag draped in military fashion. The other was draped with the flag of the United Kingdom. On one was a picture of Lexington in his military dress uniform and on the other was a picture of Vanessa, smiling happily.

Both were being honored a place in a national military cemetery as Lexington was a member of the armed forces and Vanessa had died serving the U.S. Military. Vanessa was just being remembered here, her real funeral had taken place several days ago. However this was to be Lexington's final resting place. Some of the other mourners included Vanessa's parents and Lexington's ex wife, Lacy. She held in her hands a picture of both Jenna and Lexington.

The funeral service started and no one was able to hold their emotions back. At the end, Zack went to the front and helped fold the American flag from Lexington's casket and he personally handed it to Lacy. He then helped fold the English flag and handed it to Vanessa's father. He then stood at attention before him and saluted him.

A lone bugle man then began to plan taps, the mournful song ringing through the grey cemetery. After he was done. Three men in kilts then began to play amazing grace on bagpipes. As the last note of amazing grace sounded, a group of men began to fire rifles in a gun salute.

"Ready…Aim…Fire." Their commander said.

Zack Ashley and Brooke all shuddered with each crack of the rifles. The sound a harsh reminder of the many times they had to put down a demon with their own firearms. Their tears were now flowing freely, both with the rememberance of Lexington and Vanessa, but also all the horrific memories that came back to them. As the ceremony drew to a close, the two caskets were lowered into the ground and the crowd dispersed. Zack, Ashley and Brooke hung around, waiting until all the other people had left, before they said their goodbyes. Zack Ashley and Brooke all promised to keep in touch, exchanging contact information. Finally they went their separate ways.

As Zack walked from the grave site of his mentor, he looked back once more to wish his friend god speed. He was shocked to see Lexington standing there in his combat uniform, helmet and bullet proof vest. Standing next to him was Jenna. She was no longer wearing a hospital gown, she was wearing a white flowing dress, with a red bow wraped neatly around her slender waist. Her hair was a bright golden color. Jenna then began to skip off into the distance into the grey cold fog of the rainy afternoon. As she did this, Lexington nodded to Zack and brought his hand up in his signiture wave and followed his daughter into the fog, never to be seen again.

Zack smiled and began walking towards his car offering his friend his final goodbye. Finally Jenna and Lexington could spend the time they wanted with each other.

Admiral George Fitzpatrick sat at his desk in San Diego California. He had lost two of some of his best SEAL team members in recent history. However something good came from it. they would now be able to do exstensive physcological training, never able to be atemtped before. Sitting on his desk was a manila envelope that read Top Secret across the top. Under that were two words. "SILENT HILL"

END…

A/N: O.K I just want to thank all of you for reading my story and putting up with it. I hope you all liked it. Now for the serious stuff. Jenna's disease in my story an the central plot theme is a disease called Cystic Fibrosis. It is a genetic disease that affects most importantly the lungs, the digestive system, and the reproductive system.

I have brought this into light as I have been diagnosed with Cystic Fibrosis When I was about two months old. I used the disease as my back drop as some of the feelings that Jenna experienced, such as loneliness, a feeling of not being normal, frightened and a lot of times angry at the things I have to put up with. I can remember feeling these things at times in my life.

Of course I am not as Violent or hateful as Jenna, I just took feelings that I knew I have had and amplified them. I want to raise awareness about the disease through my story. Now that that is out of the way. I want to personally thank everyone who read and reviewed my story. Thank you all very much.