A/N: infected communication will be in italics with who said it afterwards and thoughts will be in italics separated from the rest of the story

Two free-runners ran across the building rooftops trying to get away from the infection, the helicopter wasn't far now. As they ran through a group of common infection one got in a lucky swing clawing one of the free-runners arms, it didn't bother him he just wanted to get to that chopper. They reached the same building that had the chopper the free-runner that had been scratched collapsed, the U.S army grabbed the other free-runner and pulled her onto the chopper.

"LIAM!!!" Cried the female free-runner as the chopper flew away.

A few hours later Liam awoke from the snow carelessly fluttering to the ground. Staggering to his feet Liam realised his leg muscles where were stronger, as he looked down he saw he had claws, he wasn't himself he was a hunter. Finding his way from the rooftop to the street he sat in the snow staring at his claws, deciding to get away from the snow he crept to a nearby store being cautious of every step not knowing who or what was in that store. He sat and stared at some duct tape grabbing it and taping down his black air walk hoody and beige combat trousers.

'I remember when I used to do this…prevents air resistance, didn't have time to do it today, not with all that running' he whispered to himself.

After making his way to his old apartment he picked up a old photo of him and someone else…a girl her sleek brown hair shoulder length a bright white smile and the face of a angle running one claw over it he quickly got to his task, getting his old messenger bag and filling it with food drink and a small blanket he had just in case he got cold putting his messenger bag over his shoulder and dived out of the window and onto a drainpipe of the next building and climbed to the top of the building, he removed a picture the same picture from what he had in the apartment.

'who are you?' he asked himself as one tear fell onto the picture.

While walking down the street he saw a girl sat in the middle of a T-section he was nervous of the crying figure, the sobbing one. He dropped to all fours and crept closer slowly, each move measured so as not to anger her. He got with in arms reach of her and sat down next to her, a long stare revealed that she was infected, a witch.

'what's wrong?' he questioned the witch

He stayed sitting next to her with out a reply

'well whatever it is I'm sure you'll get passed it, you look like you can take care of your self' he said while trying to boost the witches confidence.

Taking the blanket out of his bag he covered the witches shoulders

'use this if you get cold' he told her as he walked away

The witch grabbed the corners of the blanket and covered her self as she watched him pounce away down the street.