"So this is it," Sam breathes out shakily. "Huge horde of V-Types heading for Seaside base, where there are still thousands of civilians. It's all on us."

Jody lets out a nervous laugh. "Do or die. Now or never."

"Us against the world," Amelia says. "Exciting."

Sam sputters. "Amelia? How are you on our channel? I kicked you and Nicole out of the coms shack."

"I've taken the liberty of offering the various heads of settlement temporary safe haven at New Canton. We're very well provisioned and secure. We're having wonderful conversations about free trade, which will, of course, come to nothing if you don't manage to defeat that horde. So I'm going to advise you on our anti-zom tech."

Peter gives a small smile, and I'm surprised to see that it doesn't hold even a hint of bitterness. "It's nice to be on the same side, Amelia. I haven't forgotten that you were the one who looked after me when no one else would. So did Sage, of course. That's my trademark move. Being cared for by people who turn out to be just a little bit monstrous, like me."

My chest aches when he says that, and I bite my tongue to keep from screaming that he's anything but a monster. Instead I grab his wrist, just for a moment. He flinches slightly at my touch, but he doesn't look at me. He simply continues talking to Amelia.

"Still, I think you'll do that job well." He blinks, seeming surprised that he's actually saying that. "Really well, actually."

"No idea what you're talking about," She replies, which makes him snort. "So, what's the plan, gang?"

Janine crosses her arms, eyes narrowing in thought. "The V-Types are extremely intelligent, now there is a huge number of them. They are marching in orderly phalanxes."

"But every threat is also an opportunity, right?" Jody asks, and she gets a nod.

"Correct. They are behaving like an army. I know how to fight an army. If we present them with a threat, they must honor that threat."

Amelia hums in thought. "Threat. Threat. Let's see, what have I got in my bag of tricks? Oh! Brent's pigs! The ones that eat dead flesh. He's donated sty-fulls to the cause. They're to the west. Runner Five, if you release them, that should cause some confusion."

Janine nods. "Good. That will give us time to evacuate the civilians from Seaside. Go now, Five. Run!"

I not in obedience and take off, and I hear Peter yelling out to me.

"Be careful!"

"Always am!"

"Liar!"

I grin. "Just trust me!"

"I wish you'd stop saying that!"

"Fine then. Don't trust me!"

"Callista!" He groans in frustration.

I laugh stupidly and keep running, and there's a click as Sam switches to a private channel. "He's worried because he still thinks you're immortal, and that if you get bitten-"

"I know," I interrupt, all traces of silliness and laughter vanishing immediately.

There's a pause as I keep running, wind whipping my ponytail around, my steps pounding into the ground. I know what Sam's about to argue before he even says it.

"Do you think you should just tell him now, so he isn't worried?" He asks, and I sigh.

"Sam, we both know that now is one of the worst times to do that."

"Is it though? I-I mean, really."

"Yes. We've got the V-Type horde to worry about, and I feel like this would be a major distraction. I mean, what would I say? 'Hey, Peter, guess what? I'm not immortal anymore due to nanites that were refined by Sage-you know, the guy who we have just found out has been keeping secrets from us and literally helped create the Last Riders. Oh, everyone else who's confused? Yeah, I've been immortal and have been hiding it from you all for years now. I first started showing signs of accelerated healing when I was seventeen, and it progressively got faster to the point that I healed from fatal wounds within minutes, but I can't do that anymore.' That's a lot to unpack."

He hums. "I-I guess you're right, but I mean, he's your best friend, and he thinks you could possibly create a P-Type if you get bitten."

I purse my lips. "I know. But right now we can't afford that kind of distraction. And I-" I cut myself off with a huff. "I want to be there when I tell him."

Sam sighs heavily, sympathetically. "Oh, sweetheart... I'm sorry, but you know this isn't going to be how you envisioned it. So much as happened... I don't think it'll be the joyous celebration you were hoping to be."

I grit my teeth. "I've reached the pens."

I'm avoiding the subject, ignoring what Sam said and Sam knows it. He sighs, although I don't know if it's out of frustration or pity. It could very well be both, but I doubt it matters. I'm not telling Peter about the nanites right now. There's too much chaos going on already. We can't do this now. I can't-

I can't tell him like this. I just can't.

Maybe I'm selfish for wanting to be there, for wanting to give him this news later so I can actually see him be happy. Maybe it's selfish to want to see him be happy and know that I'm the cause, that I did something that may actually help him and make him stop feeling like a monster. If it is selfish, then I'm selfish, but I'm not letting this be ruined now, not after everything.

I release the pigs from the pens, and I jump on the railing to avoid being trampled by dozens of hungry pigs barreling towards the smell of decaying flesh. They grunt and squeal and the railing of the pen is shaking so bad my fingers hurt.

"Wow, look at them go, Five," Sam says. "They're sort of majestic."

I stare at the rippling backs of the pigs that head straight for the V-Types. I can't exactly say it's a majestic sight, but it does get the V-Types' attention. They can sense the oncoming threat. Maybe they remember what happened the last time this happened. I mean, it wasn't the same zombies then, but they seem to work as one mind. So maybe what one sees, they all do? That seems like a stupid thing to think, but that was supposed to happen with me and the other clones in the Feive Project. If it can happen with humans, maybe it could happen with the dead.

"Well, the pigs aren't going to enjoy this, but it should buy us some time," Sam says, and I jump off the railing of the pen and start running.

"I'm at Seaside base with a crowd of evacuees," Peter states. "Janine, am I okay to lead them to safety?"

"The horde is heading away from you, Mr. Lynne. Lead your evacuees north, skirting the burn cube ruins, quickly," She answers. "Runner Four is leading a second group south and west. There are still many people on board the rig, but with luck, we can keep the horde occupied until they escape."

"Roger that. On my way."

"I've heard from my people on the rig," Sage says. "They found a device in the latrines which matches the description of the one Jones planted in Abel. They've destroyed it."

Sam scoffs. "Well, it's a bit late now. Horde's already formed."

"Nonetheless, it is good to form a picture of what happened here," Janine says, and Sage is quick to agree.

"Through knowledge, victory."

"Uh, yeah, well, I'm seeing something on cams that might be uh, knowledgeable. Horde movement." Sam clicks his tongue. "They started heading towards the pigs, but at the top of the horde, a few are turning towards Peter and his evacuees."

My stomach twists.

"We have more tricks up our sleeve, as they say. Runner Five, head east to the shore. Run towards the large propeller array now."

Dirt goes flying as I turn on my heel and start running towards the shore. I know where she's speaking off. I remember seeing large wind turbines on the far side of the shore, a good ways away from where we ran on the shore for our test yesterday. I assumed it had to do with research or energy expenditure and creation. Whatever the case, it's something we can use now, or at least Janine believes so.

If it gets those V-Types away from Peter, I'll do just about anything Janine tells me to. He cannot be bitten. If we fall, the one person that must stay away from the V-Types is Peter. I believe we only have one burn cube left, and we don't have any lava fissures we can lead a V-Type into.

I really wish things had gone differently today. I can't say what would have happened if they had, but I'm sure it wouldn't be as nerve wracking as this. But I should know by now that things never really go as planned. The saying "When man plans, God laughs" really comes to mind.

Hopefully when man creates a backup plan, God doesn't laugh but instead looks at us impressed, because I'm not sure what else we have if this doesn't work.

I reach the propeller array, and the turbines are even bigger up close. They aren't as big as the ones I'd seen in those commercials that talked about energy and saving the planet and all that, but they are large.

"So what's the plan?" Sam asks with a soft hum. "Janine, are we going to blow the V-Types away?"

"The gusts of wind generated would not be strong enough, Mr. Yao," She answers plainly, and I giggle. "But do you recall some experiments Miss McShell performed on how V-Type senses could be confused by a fan? She suspects the V-Type fungus responds to changes in wind speed."

"Ah, at the Aqua Center. I get it! Five, switch on the fans."

I do as told, running and turning on the wind turbines and watching as the fan blades start to move, going faster and faster. My ponytail whips around from the newly created gusts of wind. It's not enough to blow me away, but the air is cold enough to sting.

"It looks just like the bit in The Crystal Maze where the money swirled around in a big glass tube, except it's leaves, stones and loose zombie bits swirling around. Uh, try not to get hit by any of said bits, darling."

I roll my eyes with a soft smile. "I'll do my best. I can't see the zoms from here. Have they stopped moving?"

I bite my lip as I wait for Janine's reply.

"The great mass of the horde has stopped stock-still. Mr. Lynne, lead your evacuees away from danger."

I sigh in relief.

"Gotcha, Janine," Peter replies. "We're using the makeshift bridge at Levantin Cliffs. It's only rope, so once we're all over, I'll cut it, and we'll all be safe from the horde. Sorry to cut off a route, but I think-"

"Yes, it is critically important that no V-Type bites you."

"We don't need any more P-Types, yes. Uh, Five-o, you're safe where you are, right?"

"Hm?" I blink. "Oh, uh, I'm fine. Perfectly fine. Don't worry about me, Three."

"'Don't worry about me, Three,'" He mocks. "I'm just making sure you're safe. Alright, everyone, over the bridge! That's it."

"With the horde halted, we have a valuable opportunity to consider what to do next," Janine says. "Miss Spens, Miss Edwards tells me she has received your resource list from the settlements, thank you."

"Miss Edwards?" Sam coughs. "But I kicked her out of the-"

"Sam," Nicole sighs through my headset, "look, I'll give you credit for having your private channels and you're actually pretty good at keeping things secure, but I was literally raised for this type of thing. If you think kicking me out of your dinky little shack is going to stop me, you're wrong. Plus, you didn't even bother taking the laptop from me."

He growls in annoyance, and Janine simply ignores the two as they make a few more snide remarks towards each other.

"Colonel Sage, any thoughts?"

"I have a little to add," He says. "I-oh, what's that behind Peter?"

My breath hitches. "Peter?"

"Oh, damn," Said man curses. "It's a V-Type. Just one. Must've been away from the horde when Five turned on the turbines. Okay, I can hold it off with gunfire while I cross the bridge."

I hear a gunshot, then another, then another. My legs are tense. I'm sure he'll be fine. Peter's smart. He knows he can't get bit, and yet...

I have a terrible, burning feeling deep in the pit of my stomach.

There's no reason for me to stay and guard these turbines. I should be doing something. I can distract the V-Type, give Peter time to get away.

But should I? Would it be smart? What if there are other V-Types that weren't in the horde when I turned on the fans? What if I get surrounded?

If I get bitten, I'll turn, but at the very least I won't make any invulnerable zombies. That's not something I can do anymore.

The decision is made. I take off running as I hear more gunfire.

"You're doing fine, Peter," Sam says encouragingly. "You just need to stay a few paces ahead of the V-Type. You're not far from the bridge. Once you're on the other side, cut the ropes-oh God, what's happening?!"

I hear Peter shout, and the sound is accompanied by the sound of flesh and bones breaking, then a weird, gurgling growl from the V-Type.

"What happened?!" I shriek, picking up my pace.

"The V-Type's burst red fungus out of its face and chest. It's holding Peter with its tendrils. Runner Five, you've got to cut him free!"

"I'm already on my way," I say. "Peter, has it tried to bite you? Is it hurting you?"

"N-no," He stammers. "No, it's just got ahold of my hands and arms. I can't get free. Hurry!"

•

"Jesus, this stuff is stubborn," I grunt, cutting through the fungus with my pocketknife. I've got most of them cut off from Peter's hands and arms, and it's been easy since the V-Type hasn't moved an inch since I arrived. I am careful not to accidentally cut myself, but I'm working as quickly as I can.

"Thanks, cupcake," Peter says as I cut off another tendril. His eyes drift towards the unmoving V-Type. "Just look at this thing. It's not moving, just rooted into the earth."

"And it hasn't hurt you?" I ask, not stopping what I'm doing.

"No. It's just got ahold of me. I couldn't get away from those red tendrils. Just cut through a few more, and I-" He lets out a cry, and my eyes snap up when I see his hand is gushing blood. He curses in pain. "The tendrils around my hand just twisted my bloody little finger off. God, that hurts."

I cut him free and pull as far away from the zombie as quickly as possible, and he sheds his jacket to wrap it around his finger, possibly to try to mask the smell of the blood.

I hear groans of nearby dead.

"More V-Types are approaching from the south," Sam says, "and those fans aren't going to be able to stay on much longer. Remember what happened at the Aqua Center? They use too much power, and they'll eventually shut off. Both of you, get out of there. Rope bridge, now."

I start to turn towards the rope bridge, but Peter pulls me away. "Slight problem with that plan, Sam. There are uh, six or seven V-Types between me and Five and the bridge now. We can't go that way. It's... it's weird. They're not attacking or following the evacuees. Five, head east with me. Come on."

I nod, running with him, his hand that isn't wrapped up gripping my wrist and pulling me along. I can feel the eyes of the V-Types on us as we retreat.

"Curious," Sage says. "They're extremely intelligent now. Well, what do they want?"

"My God," Nicole murmurs. "Sam, look at the screen. They've got Peter's finger. They're passing it around, trying to bite it."

"But it's not working. It's like they're throwing it away in disgust."

Peter swallows in realization. "Oh, right. I get it. Oh, of course."

"Do you want to clue the rest of us in?" Amelia asks expectantly. "Anything you've been doing with your finger you need to confess?"

He scowls. "The zoms didn't divert to follow the evacuees. They diverted to follow me. Don't you see? They want to absorb me, become invulnerable. That's why they're here!"

Sam sputters in shock. "Sorry, what? How could they possibly know that?"

"Remember the V-Type watching me on Sigrid's island? You saw, Five. And the one watching me in the forest, the one that just turned and walked away? This-this whole thing. They're here for me!" He looks at me. "And the only reason they haven't come after you is because they don't know about you."

He realizes what he's said a moment too late.

"What do you mean, 'don't know about you'?" Amelia asks. "What does Five have to do with any of this? Never mind. What you're saying is ridiculous. It's narcissism. As a narcissist, I should know."

"No, you may be right, Peter," Sage says. "I've researched dispersed intelligence. I believe the horde could grow that intelligent. Veronica's research on the nanites and the V-Type confirm it."

"Just a second. How do you have Veronica's research?"

"Runner Five gave me much of what Veronica sent her, along what research she had of Van Ark's. I also had my drone retrieve her computer core, along with a sample of the goo, before triggering her self-destruct when I rescued Runner Five and Dr. Meyers."

"You did what?!" I screech. "I-why didn't you tell me that when we were doing the tests?"

"Tests?!" Just about everyone but me and Sam shout.

"Yeah," Sam agrees. "Your 'I did everything for the sake of order' schtick is looking a bit dicey now."

Sage sighs. "I have made many errors. I expect to pay for them. But for now, if the V-Types are following Peter, then they are intelligent enough to prioritize a high-value target over everything else. They want to hold Peter, not to bite him, lest they killed him, I suspect. They're probing us. But that intelligence may be their weakness."

Pain flickers across Peter's face. "You're going suggest using me as bait, aren't you?"

"I mean, it's not a terrible idea," Amelia says with a shrug in her voice, and I scowl.

"Shut up, Amelia."

"It our only choice," Sage claims. "Peter, keep running south. Five, divert to a fungicide store on the shore."

"The shore? Again?" I sigh. "Alright."

Peter doesn't let go of my wrist, and I give him a raised brow.

"Wait, is there a chance she could run into V-Types there? We need to get Five to safety. She can't be bitten."

"Mr. Lynne, I know you care deeply about Runner Five because she is your friend-" Janine starts, but he cuts her off.

"No, you don't understand. If she gets bitten, they'll have two targets and it'll be harder to get them to follow me."

"Peter," Sam hisses, but he's ignored.

"I don't follow," Janine says, and Peter groans.

"My God, don't you get it? Callista is like me! She's immortal! She has been for years now; she's just been really good at hiding it."

"She's what?!" Nicole screeches, and I sigh, mentally kicking Peter. This was not how I wanted things to go.

"I'm not immortal," I say, and he scowls at me.

"We can't keep lying anymore, Five. This is serious."

"I'm being serious. I'm not immortal anymore! Look!" I grab the bandage on my hand and rip it off, ignoring the stinging of my skin as I show him the now darkened bruise. "If I was still immortal, this would have healed over all ready."

He gapes at me. "But... h-how-"

"I didn't want you to find out like this. I-never mind now. I'll explain everything later, but right now you have to go, and I have to get to that fungicide." I rip myself away from him and run off, sprinting for the shore as those in my headset mutter and murmur and try to wrap their heads around what's just been said.

Finally, Janine clears her throat. "Runner Five, if you have been hiding this from us, it means there has been multiple times you have put the world in danger by allowing yourself to get close to a V-Type zombie, and we will need discuss a punishment for such reckless behavior. But for now, we will focus on what's at hand."

"...Yes ma'am."

I curse. This wasn't how I wanted this to go at all. Sam was right. I should have known it wasn't going to be a happy surprise like I'd planned it to be.

"I've joined up with Peter's party of refugees," Jody announces. "We're heading away from the burn cube site, and no V-Types in pursuit."

"Yeah. Well, those fans have basically gone out, so they're all moving again. But if they're after Peter, everyone on the rig is safe for now. I mean, if our plan works," Sam says, and I push down the nervousness inside me.

"It is our best strategy," Janine says. "We have one burn cube left, the one I have on my person. These weapons are unreliable, but if Mr. Lynne funnels the V-Types into one area, we may be able to destroy them all."

Peter joins in on coms, panting. "And I'm running with about a thousand V-Types behind me!"

"We will only have one chance to make this work. There is a secluded cave off an inlet further south down the coast. Mr. Lynne, I will meet you and give you the burn cube at the entrance to the inlet. You will plant it in the cave and retreat through the tunnels in the cliff to safety."

The blood drains from my face. Peter... with a burn cube, when he's already stated he feels like a monster, and he's tried to die this way before...

Oh, no. I don't like this.

"W-wait, there's something I need to tell-"

"No," Sage interrupts me. "I will take the burn cube and meet Peter. It's my responsibility."

There's a beat of silence before Janine curtly says, "Very well."

"This is so dodgy," Jody croaks out. "How do we make sure all the V-Types run in the same direction followin' Peter? What if some take a short cut? We can't afford even one to bite him."

"Five, this is all on you," Janine says. I gulp. "You are at the fungicide store now. Take two canisters and run to the sprinkler system along the shoreline. Go!"

I grunt as I pick up the two canisters, my legs finally starting to feel the pain and exhaustion of today's events. "You got it, boss. Although my legs are killing me."

"Killing you?" Peter laughs, almost bitterly. "I guess so since you actually can be killed. Were you ever going to tell me?"

I gasp in offense. "Of course, I was!"

"And were you ever going to tell us you were immortal?" Nicole asks, and I cringe.

"I-well, yes, but after I became... mortal again. I mean, I still can punch through metal and stuff. It's only the accelerated cell regeneration that's stopped."

"How did you even manage to do that?" He asks. "And why didn't you tell me?"

"Because I had to be sure it would work! If it didn't then I'd be the only one that would be let down and you would be none the wiser."

"Why do you say that as if it's a good thing?"

"It would be a good thing if it meant keeping you from being disappointed if it didn't work!"

"But it obviously did work! And you didn't-you didn't tell me!" He sounds so betrayed, and I feel my heart breaking because this was the exact opposite of how I wanted him to feel.

"I was going to tell you today! I just..." I trail off when I reach the sprinkler system. "I wanted this to be a happy time. But then what happened with Sage, and now the V-Types, and now we know they're after you, I... I'm sorry. I didn't want you finding out like this."

I open the valve and pour the fungicide into the sprinkler system. "I'm about to turn on the sprinklers."

"Oh, this had better work. I can see V-Types heading towards the cliffs now. I'll have no escape route if they're waiting there."

"It'll work. Five, turn on the sprinklers," Sam instructs, and when I do the sprinklers send the fungicide flying. "Oh, that's beautiful. Great work, Sweetheart. It won't kill the V-Types, but they don't like it. They're diverting around the fields. Peter, that'll give you three or four minutes where they can't see you. You can head into the cave, drop the burn cube, and get out of there."

"And here's my date for the night!" He says with faux cheeriness. "Hello, Colonel, and hello, burn cube. We must stop meeting like this."

"Peter, you have been very brave," Colonel Sage says, and he just laughs.

"Well, can't stop being heroic. Give me the burn cube."

"That's not how this is going to go," He says, and I tense.

Peter tsks in irritation. "Sorry, but those V-Types love me. It's a lot for a boy to bear, but they just can't get enough."

"You're not planning to escape through the cliffs." It's not a question. "The burn cube can't just be left in the cave. The safest way is for someone to hold it, to trigger it when the cave is full of zoms. We both know it."

My eyes burn with unshed tears. No!

"And?" He asks.

"The V-Types are out of sight. Give me your jacket. It's covered in blood from wrapping it around your hand when your finger was wretched off. It will be enough to fool them for a few moments."

Peter groans. "God, can't anyone let me die a bloody hero?!"

Sage simply chuckles. "I think there's another way for you. My drone retrieved Veronica's nanite research for you, Peter, and Runner Five supplied me with everything she had on research of your and her immortality. We've had excellent scientists working on the rig. We have a cure for your immortality. Five and I didn't want to tell you until we were sure, but because of Five's results, we're certain."

Peter chokes, everything finally clicking together. "You... you did that... for me?"

"Well, I won't take all the credit. While Five didn't know about what I took from Veronica, she did come to me after I rescued her and asked if I could help. She allowed herself to be the test subject. That's why she never said anything. She didn't want to get your hopes up in case the experiment failed, and would rather suffer with that knowledge alone."

"I... Callista, is that true?"

I swallow nervously. "...Yeah."

"We did that for you, and I will do this for you too," Sage continues. "Jump into the sea. I will take the burn cube. You're not the only one who wants to die a hero. And you... you are proof that I was right. Chaos can become order. It has happened in you."

I hear a zombie groan in my headset.

"There's no time to argue, Peter. Go to the rig. Become a human again. Live a good life. Let me undo what I have done."

"I... I-I don't know how to thank you," He says, and a second later I hear a splash.

"Five, Peter's dived into the sea," Sam says. "Sage has the burn cube, and-yes! The V-Types are following him into the cave. Get away from there. Head for the rig. Janine's coming to meet you. Now, go!"

•

"Are they all here? Sam, is it time?" Sage asks, and I can hear the groans and growls in my headset.

"The last V-Type is in the cave."

"They're searching the cave for me. They can smell the blood. This is my time. It's good to... to put this thing right. I believe the best parts of my work will live on."

"Thank you, Colonel," Janine says beside me. "This is the right choice."

I hear a quick beep, and I shield my eyes as the cliff explodes in light. I hear water rushing as large chunks of rock melt off the cliff and slide into the sea.

"I'm, uh.... I'm on the shore," Peter says, and I can see him from where I am on the rig. I wave to him. "I'll-I'll come onto the rig in a moment, Five. He did it for me. To save me. I... I never thought that that was something anyone would do. To go in-in my place. I..."

"He did it for himself too," Janine adds, and I glare at her for ruining the moment, this precious moment of Peter actually believing for the first time in forever that he's special. "To expiate what he had begun. The V-Type horde Jones summoned is destroyed. Any remaining V-Type will be little threat for now."

"Well, I didn't do it to fix anything," I tsk. "Peter, I know it's hard to believe sometimes, but there are people who care about you. I care about you."

He clears his throat. "Uh, yeah. I mean, you saw what those nanites did to that zombie, and you still let Sage test on you. Five, that could have destroyed you."

"Better me than you. I'll choose your life over mine every time, Peter." I put every ounce of sincerity into my voice. I want-no, I need him to see just how much I care about him.

"O-oh." He sounds a bit breathless, then he audibly swallows. "W-Well, now all we have to do is find Jones, and this is over."

Suddenly the floor becomes unstable, and the sound of the rig's engine roaring to life reaches my ears.

"What the-" I clasp onto the railing, looking at Peter on the shore, and I notice he's moving away, but his feet are staying where they are.

He's not moving, the rig is. And it's moving out to sea.

Peter starts sprinting for the rig, but we both know he'll never reach it in time.

Speakers crackle to life.

"Abel Runners," Jones's voice comes in, "I've had time to think it over, and I understand what I'm meant to do. You're all dead now. I know where the sample of the indestructible zombie is. I'm going to infect everyone on this rig with it."

I pale. "No."

"You've destroyed order. Now have chaos!"

A/N: Hey guys! Only one more chapter left of book 7! Are you excited! I do want to share with you just a little on what to expect. Next Monday, I will post the last chapter of this book. Unfortunately, I won't know until that next Wednesday how I will be able to do my scheduling for the next books. There are some rumors that the mid season hiatus is going to be longer than expect (possibly months longer) but I'm waiting for an official statement from the app. Also there is a lot of Season 9 stuff I will be changing, and I'll explain that when I post my schedule.

I have made 1 AU short story and am currently writing a second just in case the hiatus will be freakishly long, because I don't want you guys waiting months and months for anything from me. I will update you all as soon as I see what's going on, and once I do, I will create a schedule and post it at the end of this book. Thank you and have a blessed day!