Prologue:He ran, boots idely scraping the gravel roughly. They were coming, they had swarmed his base. His black hair clung rougly to his head, and he stopped, gasping for breath.Suddenly, he heard the slow shuffle behind him, his brown eyes flickering as he raised the rifle.Almost slowly, with a methodic precision, he peered through the black scope, watching behind him.The rotting creatures moan had him scared out of his wits,and he slowly remembered what the commanding officer had said.."Now listen up kids, they aren't human, and if they attack you, aim for the head and pray."He felt the 50 caliber Berreta rifle rock in his arms, and the corpse fell to his knees, mouth opening in its last fetal attempt to gasp for air..

Chapter 1