I dropped down, sweeping my leg around and tripping up the J'avo that I was currently fighting. I took his gun from his hand and slammed it into his head. It took about six times of that before his head finally was leveled into the ground.

I sighed, checking the body over for more magazines for the shotgun that I now had strapped around my back. I found two and slid them into the sides of my boots.

" I don't know how much longer I can keep this up. Where are you, Jake…?" I whispered to myself as I ran a hand through my brown, blonde streaked hair.

I'd lived in the Edonia Republic for about five years now, previously being from the States. My mother had married a man from here when I was fifteen and we moved back with him.

For a couple of months, these things had been attacking us, but it seemed to escalate to the point that our small town had been over run. I was the only survivor, it seemed. Besides this one guy, that is.

He was in the group of the superhuman mercenaries, called J'avo, but he was different. He wasn't mutated, nor did he try to hurt me like all the others did. His name was Jake Muller.

My father, whom I'd found was one of the mercenaries, tried to kill me. Jake stopped him just as he was about to take the fatal blow. He killed him. I was pretty banged up, covered in bruises and cuts.

Jake looked almost concerned when he saw me. He seemed to be thinking about whether or not to help me at the time. All I could do was stare up at him with my pain-filled, half lidded eyes. I passed out just as I heard him sigh.

He had picked me up and took me to the couch and began to treat my wounds as a slept. I suspected to be alone when I woke up, but I wasn't. Jake was there, dabbing my forehead with a wet rag. It was from then on I stayed with him.

Almost a week ago, we'd gotten separated. A J'avo had shot a RPG at us and destroyed the ceiling above us. It crashed down between us. Jake kept trying to get to me, but more and more J'avo kept filling in. I told him to run. He didn't want to, but understood that he'd never make it if he didn't. He told me he'd find me if it was the last thing he did.

I came back to reality when I heard a loud bang from the door behind me. I turned just in time to see about a dozen J'avo burst from the rusted door.

I spun on my heel and ran from the room, jumping a few stairs at a time. I turned, running backwards, and shot about three of the J'avo. My accuracy wasn't that great, but I got two with headshots and the third took a second shot before I could get him, too.

I still had nine J'avo on my tail as I ran through the streets. I took out a few who were closer to me with a couple of kicks and punches, but two were still chasing me.

I ran around a corner, not noticing the convoy behind me as I turned to take out the last two J'avo. One had a machete and swung at me. I ducked and slammed my head into his stomach, grabbing the back of his knees so he fell.

I rolled out of the way as the other jumped at me, causing him to land on his partner. I kicked the now fallen J'avo in the head as hard as I could. I small dent was now in the corner of his head.

"Hey!" I turned, hearing someone, and saw a large group of soldiers pointing their guns at me. I was about to speak, but the two J'avo suddenly had me by my arms.

"O-Ouch! Let me go, you bastards!" One of the younger soldiers suddenly ran over, stabbing the J'avo to my left in the head with a knife while shooting the other in the face. Blood spattered across my right cheek, causing me to cringe. My ear rang a bit from the gunshot.

I stumbled from the impact of the now dead J'avo and the soldier caught me. I almost sighed in relief, feeling safe again. Then, the barrel of a gun was pointed at my forehead, the soldier pushing me back onto my feet.

"You are under arrest for bio-terrorist acts against the United States! State your name and your rank!" I shivered as the cold metal pressed against my forehead.

"W-Wait! I'm not a mercenary! I stole this jacket from a dead guy because mine got shredded! Please! You have to believe me!"

I got a good look at the guy now that I could fully see him. Tall, with short brown hair that spiked up a bit in the front. Dark green eyes stared almost angrily at me from behind the MP-AF that sat just between my eyes.

"You're lying! No normal civilian could fight like that!" My knees shook, almost giving out. I already had to run from the dead. Was I going to have to run from the living as well?

"Piers, give her a chance to speak. She may be telling the truth." A tall, muscular man put his hand on the guy's gun and lowered it from my face.

My adrenaline left me, leaving me weak. I hadn't eaten in two days, making me even weaker. I felt myself begin to fall and Piers caught me as the darkness took over me.