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Clay was relatively happy that there was close to 100 percent less threat than there was originally. He saw the group begin to leave and yelled for one of the cops and he used him for support. His leg was still in some pretty bad shape. When ever he put weight on it a burning pain would flair up and he'd wince behind his mask.

He saw the others going towards the sewer and this was a damper on his spirits. There's nothing worse for an open wound than dipping it in shit. That's just asking for an infection. He'd just have hop his way around down there with the help of his police man friend.

"So, what's your name?" Clay asked the officer as they trudged through shitty water.

"Frank, You?" The man replied.

"I'm Clay."

He liked Frank already. They could probably be friends after all of this shit passed.

The group stopped and began to climb up a ladder. Clay awkwardly made his way up into a warehouse and he was sprayed with some chemicals to ensure sterilization.

They walked into the interior of the place and Clay looked around. He spotted Jason and Ken. He thanked frank and parted from him. He made his way towards his friends.

"Jason! Ken! You bastards made me hop a mile through crap. That's not good for a leg wound you know?"

Clay Sluggishly made his way to the two and put his arms around them for support.

"So whats the plan?"

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Jason Redfield

Jason turned to face Clay. "Hey, it was either the crap marathon or having that wounded leg gnawed off by hordes of of those things. We went with option #1. And, to answer your question, Mr. Bard here has been so kind as to point out a route that could lead us out of the city. I'd like for him to come with us."

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Clay took in what Jason said.

"Well that's good news. Why doesn't he want to come?"

Clay looked at the man.

"We'll stand a better chance if we all stick together. We could build a new community."

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The hike through the sewer had been interesting. Getting Larkin up and down though the ladders had proved a challenge. They had managed it though. Andrew was tired when they finally reached safety. Larkin was heavy. There were a few beds in the Small refuge. Amelia and Andrew managed to get him on to one of the beds.

"I am going to go see what they plan to do next. see if you can get some antibiotics for him. He doesn't look like he is doing so well. Probably get some fresh bandages on him too."

Amelia nodded and went to work. Andrew walked over to the map every one else was around and stood silently to see what they would come up with next.

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"We cannot come with you - this city is our home. To protect and serve..." Alec said.

"Bullshit," Ken intelligently interjected, "you always put your career before your friends. Even me."

"I did what I had to. You broke the law, what was I supposed to do? You're one lucky bastard - I practically cut your sentence in half." Alec responded, slamming his hands on the table angrily, "You're still nothing but a common criminal, a disgrace to society, a disgrace to everyone."

Ken threw the table sitting between them out of the way and clocked Alec straight in the cheek with a heavy, slanted straight punch. Every single officer in the area lifted their weapons and pointed it in his direction; a nearby cop readying his tazer. The ex-confict stood motionlessly, staring down at Alec, watching him trail his fingers across the mark on his face.

"Stop, it's alright. Everyone, stand down, relax." said the captain as he climbed to his feet.

He turned his head away from Ken, and stared at a dark corner in the room.

"You all get some rest; we'll leave tommorow at dawn."

Ken returned to a corner of the room, adjusting his MP5. Several of the lights began to power down, and half of the soldiers retired to mats scattered across the ground. These troops were organized, half would sleep, the others would stand guard. Each would switch in four hour intervals, giving every soldier a decent, equal amount of rest. As the night carried on, a few soldiers led by Alec slipped away.

"Ken, a few of my men and I are heading to the subway to secure the area." Alec said.

Ken couldn't move, the fatigue of the day began to press on his shoulders and legs, keeping him in a sitting position.

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Jason Redfield

Jason reacted instantly as the scuffle broke out with Ken punching Alec - his brother. The marine pushed Ken backwards and stepped in front of him to shield him from the several gun barrels pointed in his direction, his hand on the Glock just in case.

Luckily, Alec ordered the officers to stand down, and they did. Afterwards, once everyone had settled down, Alec said, "Ken, a few of my men and I are heading to the subway to secure the area."

Jason stepped forward. "I'm here if you need an extra gunman. You got an armory here?"

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Andy Larkin

Larkin had only just come to for what seemed like the hundredth time today, he briefly wondered if he'd lost a few braincells to add to the list of hurt on his person.

He saw from his position Ken staring down a man in SWAT gear with a nasty-looking bruise on his face, the wound was fresh and from the tension in the room Larkin guessed it was probably Ken who'd hit him.

Larkin didn't know what the officer had done or said to warrant an attack but Larkin felt whatever it was the scumbag deserved the bruse, he felt a strange stirring in his gut which disappitated as the officer spoke:

"Ken, a few of my men and I are heading to the subway to secure the area."

Jason spoke up as well immediately after;

"I'm here if you need some extra gunman. You got an armory here?"

Larkin got himself up and almost fainted, the blood rushing from his head in a matter of seconds.

"Don't think you're going into a fight without me watching over your shoulder leatherneck, I'm coming too, it feels like an age since I did anything useful but lie about and my sharpshooting skills are probably in need of a little practice..."

Despite the stupendous amount of pain welling up in Larkin's beaten, bloody body he managed a mischevious grin.

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Jason Redfield

Jace smiled at Larkin's tenacity, his referring to Redfield as leatherneck brought back memories of Redfield's old friend in the Delta Force, Tom Adams. Nonetheless, the scout didn't look anywhere near good enough condition to travel, let alone fight.

Jason spoke in a challenging, but obviously lighthearted tone, "I don't think so, Army. You seem to be... 'combat ineffective' at the moment, if you get my meaning. Stay here and get some rest."

Redfield knew he also needed rest, but he was better off than than Larkin or Clay, and therefore if anyone was going to help out it'd be him.

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Andy Larkin

Larkin's face fell then he looked Jason in the eye and grinned despite the pain.

"It would've been Delta or SEALs in a few months if this outbreak hadn't happened, I guarantee you that my friend"

Larkin hobbled over to him and, using his rifle as a crutch, leaned over to him and whispered.

"Can you at least get me a decent place where my gun'll be in easy reach... Also can you make sure he" Larkin motioned towards Flynn "doesn't get too close to me... Or anyone else for that matter, trust me when I say that you will not like what he's capable of"

With that Larkin moved over to his stretcher and lay down, putting his arms behind his head

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"No, my job is to protect you. It would be reckless to let you go on in your current state. Rest..." Alec responded, pulling his bacalava over his face tightly, "By the way... The armory is right over there. Help yourself."

Before another word could be said, the SWAT captain leading a four man squad left. Nightfall was present, and the psychological stress of the day began to wear down the ex-convict in his sleep. Images of hideous creatures cannibalizing the entire city made him feel light-headed, dizzy, and weak. His eyes darted across the room as he awoke, wobbling toward a corner where he vomitted into a waste basket. He felt the shame of his overt weakness strongly, turning away. His hand inched towards his handgun, but stopped half way.

He realized where he was. This was no dream that would just go away. This is actually happening.

Promptly, Ken made his way into the bathroom to regain his calmness.

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There was a disagreement and Ken gave the SWAT man a souvenir that he'd definitely feel in the morning. All around them, Clay saw guns raise up towards them.

First the rapist and now this. Clay thought.

He was starting to debate what he'd had worse conflict with. The humans or the zombies.

The SWAT man uttered an order and the guns were lowered. Consequently Clay had almost passed out from relief. He hobbled from the group, asked a cop where some decent bedding was and then he did pass out. Voluntarily.

The team would wake him up when it was time to go.

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Jason Redfield

Alec obviously didn't need, or want, the help, and Jason didn't protest. The captain was kind enough to point out the armory, which Jason helped himself to. The marine was not disappointed.

The room was filled with lockers and racks - it was as if the NYPD had mugged Rambo and stocked all his weapons there. Luckily, there were extra M14 mags, so Jason stocked up, bringing his total number of extra mags up to six - seven including his loaded magazine - 140 rounds of 7.62mm in all. Jason also made a point to restock on .40 caliber ammo, ending up with 5 mags in total - 75 .40 caliber JHP's. Jace also sharpened his blade, which it was in need of.

There were some new additions to his personal armory, as well - a Mossberg 590 Compact Cruiser with 40 extra shells, an assortment of solid slugs and 00 buckshot. Due to their bulky nature, however, he had to grab a strap for them, and keep the rest in his backpack. Another newcomer was a .357 revolver, which he packed away 36 rounds for. The final new weapon was a Taser and several extra electrodes, for which Jason managed to turn up the voltage and amperage.

The marine also made a point to clean and maintenance all of his weapons.

After his trip to the armory was completed, Redfield grabbed some other supplies, bathed, and cleaned his clothes. Finally, he looked for a spot to rest. Remembering Larkin's earlier warning, he came and sat down next to the scout, who seemed to be asleep comfortably, giving a meaningful glare to the man Larkin had warned him of. The soldier kept his hand on his weapon as he lightly rested, lying in wait for a hostile encounter.

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Thankfully the altercation didn't end bad. Andrew could have had his handgun out and shot two of the officers before they knew what happened but that hadn't been needed. Andrew over heard the raid group that was going out. He was going to join in but decided not to even ask after they turned Jason down. The S.W.A.T. officer told Jason where the armory was though. Andrew decided to get cleaned up first before doing that. They had a small shower system that Andrew was grateful for and his clothes were cleaned while he was showering. He felt much better after the clean up.

Andrew passed Jason on his way to the armory nodding to him. Andrew still had almost all the ammunition he had acquired earlier. He only had to refill the one M4 mag he had emptied. Andrew made sure he had three 50 round boxes of the 5.56x45 mm ammo to reload his 5 magazines with. He also managed to find two more PX4 storm magazines which he loaded. giving him a total of seven magazines. that meant 99 shots before he had to reload a magazine. Andrew still had one frag grenade and two flash bangs left as well. Andrew made sure he had four 50 round boxes of .40 caliber before leaving. All the boxes of ammunition went into a military fanny pack he found that matched his forest camo.

Andrew grabbed something to eat and then went to find a spot to sleep. He found Jason near Larkin. Andrew decided to sit a little ways away but kept that new guy in his sight. He would be able to back Jason up from here if that man tried to hurt Larkin. Andrew put his back pack down on his left side and set the rifle down next to him. Andrew leaned his back against the wall and was about to drift off when some one sat down next to him startling him.

Andrew opened his eyes and saw Amelia sitting next to him she was smiling. Andrew was a little stunned. She not only sneaked up on him but she had taken her mask off and he finally got to see how pretty she was. "Sorry if I startled you," she said.

"Its ok people just usually don't get to sneak up on me just tired is all," Andrew responded. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes. He felt Amelia put her arm through his and put her head against his shoulder.

Again she surprised him, he looked down at her and with out even looking up she said "They are out of beds so, I guess you will have to make do." Andrew only smiled a bit then leaned his head back. He fell asleep for the first time in a long time with good dreams.

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James Flynn

James caught the glare the soldier was giving him and, despite how much it made him want to rip the bastard's head off right there and then, he just stretched his muscles and yawned.

In return for the glare though Flynn gave Jason a grin he was sure would keep the soldier jumping at every shadow wondering if it was Flynn coming for his skull.

"Tell Larky next to you if he wakes up I said hi" with that, Flynn turned neatly and walked off, his face turning from one of mock elation to bitterness in a second.

He took the time to explore the area, noting all possible exits, windows, doors, anything that could be used if or when the infected recovered and stormed the place. He came to a stop in one area feeling frustrated and angry, he hadn't cracked anything in the last hour or two... Actually the last fifteen minutes but if he didn't do something or someone in soon he'd go insane.

James moved onto another area before stopping again...

The place was deserted...

Well almost but for two people working on something in a room, it looked like a sewage grating...

James crept closer and tightened his hands around his makeshift cudgel, noting his heart rate getting suddenly faster in the anticipation of bloodshed.

He was now close enough to hear what the men were talking about.

"Okay so let me run through this one more time... When the infected break through the main entrance, you and I will grab as much shit as we can, only stuff we need remember, ammo, food, drinks whatever, we head here and open this thing up, there shouldn't be anything down here but either way, take flashlights and a few batteries"

The other man spoke up.

"Alright, alright I know the plan already."

The man fixed him with a glare then registered Flynn's precense, he went pale and Flynn swore he saw a bead of sweat run down the man's forehead.

His accomplace turned around slowly but took note of Flynn in a different way, whereas his buddy with the lockpicks was fearful, this guy looked angry...

Standing up and drawing his full height to attention, around three inches taller than Flynn, he drew a knife and snarled "Buddy, you have picked a very bad time to get here..."

Flynn grinned, drew his own weapon and replied "You've picked the wrong guy to fuck with..."

The man charged, knife in an old and fabled stabbing position.

Flynn sidestepped and with a howl of satisfaction, smashed his weapon into the man's upper torso, shattering two ribs and knocking the breath completely from his lungs.

As he lay gasping for air, his comrade cowered in a corner with a wrench raised in a very unthreatening way, the man swung with the wrench sobbing, asking him to stay back.

Flynn easily dodged the wrench and brought his pipe, nails first down onto the top of his skull. A sickening crack echoed throughout the area. The man was on the floor, hands clutching his head where the nails in his weapon had made contact with his head rocking back and forth on his backside, as if shaking the pain away, Flynn caught wiff of something foul and looked for the source, he narrowed his eyes in contempt for the man as he realised his victim had soiled himself.

Snarling in disgust, Flynn his club up again and brought it down, then raised it and brought it down... And again... And again...

Wooping at the sight before him he turned around and sped off, energised by his encounter, he ran into the first bathroom and cleaned his weapon as to leave no clue of his hand in the murder of the two men.

He grinned sadistically to himself as he thought how long it would be before he got the urge to kill again...

It'd probably be shorter than the last time he thought, not long from now.

Then the process would begin again.

((The guy Flynn hit earlier has died of deprivation of oxygen just so you're all aware.))

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Ken tilted towards the sink, gazing at his reflection through the opaque, dirty mirror in front of him. The entire restroom was in shambles; poorly kept with missing tiles and a flickering, overhead light that hung from the ceiling loosely. The window was entirely barricaded with wooden planks, yet the glass was still there so it was safe to assume that no zombies were nearby.

Looking back at the mirror once more, Ken saw Josh standing behind, bloodied and rotting. Ken spun around, grabbing his handgun from his pocket. There was nothing. He blinked several times before leaving the restroom.

Slowly, Ken's sanity was slipping through his fingertips, much like every opportunity he ever had in life.

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Jason Redfield

Before falling asleep, Jason took one last look around. He saw Andrew and Amelia together not too far off; Amelia was laying her head on his shoulder. Redfield smiled warmly at the sight - it proved that good things still happened in the world, despite the outbreak. Then, Flynn responded to the glare the marine had given him, "Tell Larky next to you if he wakes up, I said 'hi'."

Jason nodded and responded, in a sarcastic yet threatening tone, "I'll do that... Walk away." Flynn did so, obviously not fazed by the undertones. Larkin seemed to be doing fine, so Jason drifted off to sleep. His dreams weren't haunting, fortunately.

Morning would bring new challenges, and potentially, new enemies...

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Dawn approached through the crimson sky, illuminating the gray, overcast skies with a reddish hue. Rain began to pour down on the city, it was a torrential downpour. Ken sat the table, armed and ready to leave.

"Has Captain Bard returned yet?" Ken asked an officer.

"No, sir. Not yet..."

Suddenly, a man bursted through the door of the sterilization chamber. His SWAT gear was ripped and tattered, and was red as the sky, as if it was dipped in a pool of blood. The man fell to his knees, grasping his stomach as blood poured out of him.

Ken dashed over, catching the man just as he was about to hit the floor. He clasped his hand tightly and held him up, looking into his tired, confused eyes.

"What happened? Where's the rest of your squad?" Ken inquired impatiently, "Speak!"

The man was mustered enough strength to speak.

"Zombies... In the subway... Ambushed... Overrun... The captain and the others... Still down there..." said the soldier, coughing up a bit of blood in his bacalava.

"How'd you get away?" Ken asked.

"Coward..."

The man suddenly tensed up, as if he were choking on his own blood. He let out a moan of relief as he faded into death, tilting his head backwards. Ken let him out of his arms and heading down into the sewers, alone. No one stopped him, he didn't give anyone a chance to mutter a single word to him.

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Jason Redfield

Jason was already moving. Quickly examining the route that Alec had highlighted, he began to collect all of his gear. "You guys stay here! I'll be back soon enough. If not..."

He didn't finish. Instead he turned to Ken, "I'm gonna go find your brother."

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Andy Larkin

Larkin awoke to see Redfield walking with a purpose towards an exit.

He managed to cough and say "Knife a few for me leatherneck" before setting his head back and beginning, for the first time in a long time, to think.

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Ken and Jason emerged from the musty sewers, ascending into the torrential, pouring rain. After jogging for a few blocks, the pair reached the stairway entrance to the subway. Streaks of blood amounted on the steps, and darkness enveloped the interior of the subway.

Ken's flashlight, which was taped onto his gun, came to life, illuminating the path ahead.

Literally hundreds of zombies, all crowded together, were shuffling about aimlessly.

"Crap - just got the blood stains out of this uniform too."

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Jason Redfield

Jason had been putting his knife away when Larkin told him to "knife a few for him". Redfield paused, and gestured lightheartedly at Larkin with the blade, showing his understanding before sheathing the KA-BAR.

Now, as he and Ken stood at the brink, ahead of them were at least a hundred zombies.

"Crap - just got the blood stains out of this uniform, too."

Jace chuckled at Ken's comment, then said, "Nah, I'm thinking more subtle. Back away slowly." After they had done so, he asked, "Is there no other way?"

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