"Run Rayden...RUN!" Emery screamed as the tank bore down on them. She pulled the little boy towards whatever she could think of that would provide saftey for her and the child. "Come on baby you have to run! We're almost to the safe house!"

"Im tryin' mama!" He yelled, tears running down his face. She could feel his grip on her hand getting looser as they dodged the beast. She wouldnt be able to hold onto him for long. The others in her group shot at the monster furiously until he finally collapsed. Rayden's hand finally slipped out from hers and he fell when she came to a stop. She whurled around, gripped him up and they both broke down in tears. She couldnt keep doing this...

"Emery! Are you guys ok?" John said as he rushed to thier sides. The shotgun wrapped around his shoulder was still smoking and the heat burned her tears away as they hugged. "John...we cant keep this up! We need to contact help!" She wailed into his chest.

"I know baby but theres nobody ot help. We have to make it to the outpost on our own. Now come on we have to keep moving before another tank comes...or worse." And with that they started on once again. The rest of the walk to the safe room was pretty easy, only a few commons. About an hour after sundown they finally saw the red door. With a sigh of realief they all ran towards the safety that was within. Emery was the first to hear the crying.

"John wait! Do you hear that?" She whispered, holding Rayden close. They all stopped and listened to the sorrow that eminated from the safe house. It was the tell-tale sign of the women they feared more then any tank or even the savage hunter...it was a witch.

Emerys heart sank. They where so close! This was the last safe house before they reached the outpost, and they couldnt even be safe. They had been running for 3 weeks and they couldnt even catch a break. She could feel the anger build up inside her as they creeped up to the door and peered inside.

She could see the young girl rocking in the corner. This one had to only be about 15 years old...maybe younger, with her dirty blond hair covering her face. The demonic cries that came from her continued undisturbed as Emery took in her ripped, blood stained clothing and horribly long talons that sprang from her fingers. They backed away from the room and huddled in the corner.

"What are we going to do? We need to get past her in order to get to the outpost." Jackie, a young girl in her mid-teens, said looking horrified.

"I dont know...we cant kill her we dont have the ammo...maybe we could lore her out, then sneak in." John suggested, looking around for an object that he could throw from a distance.

"Thats not going to work Jo-" Emery was cut off by horrible growling comming from inside the building. Terrified she looked around for her son, only to find him inside with the witch.

"RAYDEN!" She yelled as the small boy walked up to the girl. He stopped, startled by the noise. Unfortunatly, it also startled the witch.

With a horrifing scream she sprang up from her spot and lunged at the child. Emery ran into the room just in time to see the witches talons tear into his chest, ripping out his heart.

"NOO! RAYDEN!" she screamed in anguish as the witch continued to rip the small boy to shreds. John ran in, firing his shotgun at the womens head, missing every shot.

"Damnit!" He yelled as the witch turned her attention to the man. Nobody even had the time to react as she jumped and dug her claws into his face, killing him instantly. The whole world seemed to slow as the creature slaughterd the rest of the group, then finally turning to face her. Thinking as fast as she could, she grabed the axe that Jackie had dropped when she was impailed, and swung with all her might. She missed, and the witch bit her arm as Emery tried to dodge her claws. With another swing she hit her dead on, killing the infected with a blow to the head.

Already the bite on her arm started to burn but he barely felt the pain as she ran to her son. The witch had turn his chest apart but oddly had left his face untouched.

"Rayden...my baby..." She cried as she held the lifeless body of her son close to her chest.

Her cries grew louder as the memories faded. Her sorrow was so great she couldnt even stand. She had lost everything...