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Two: Fallen Brother

Gripping his rifle tightly as he stepped down from the 'copter, Edward Dewey wiped his sweaty forehead as he looked around the immediate area that they were in. Fog was already starting to settle back into the area where the helicopter had landed at.

"Check the current position we are in and investigate the area," Edward heard Marini order, seeing him split off in his own direction and leaving the Bravos to secure the area themselves.

A few minutes alone in the forest, what was the worst that could really happen? After all, Edward was sure someone would be around to help him if he did indeed encounter any of the cannibals in the area they were in. Or at least he hoped they would. There was no telling how far spread out they could get when they disappeared into the fog around them.

Looking over to his right, Edward saw Rebecca fiddling with her gun. Smiling, he casually walked over to where she stood at. He didn't like to sneak up on people and scare the crap out of them, but he was sure that it wouldn't do that much of a scare.

"Got your radio?" He asked, seeing a look of shock in her eyes as she turned to face him. He patted her on the shoulder lightly. "Easy kiddo"

Rebecca flashed him a grin and nodded. "Check"

Returning the nod, Edward began to walk off into his own direction.

Aiming his rifle in front of him, Edward looked around as he turned on the flashlight beneath the barrel, he had customized it to fit beneath it to where he could slide it out if he needed it.

Turning around, Edward aimed his rifle before him. The light eluminated nothing but fog and grass before him. He was sure he had heard noise like a dog panting, maybe even a scuddle of feet. Whatever it was, it had moved on now and quite frankly, he was damn glad it had.

"Bravo Leader to Team, Rebecca found something. Head northeast of the chopper. Over."

Thankful for the regroup, Edward shouldered his rifle and then began to make his way back towards the 'copter.

When he arrived at the site Enico had told them to head to, Edward saw that everyone was here.

Everyone except Kevin, Edward thought smugly. ...who was alone inside the 'copter...

But Kevin had thick bulletproof glass protecting him from danger unless he came out.

What they had found was a jeep, it had smoke coming from it. The word's 'MP' were displayed in bold white on the side door, clearly stating that they were military.

Edward stood back from the other's as Rebecca and Enrico surveyed the crash. Hearing Rebecca gasp, Edward turned to face her as the body of another soldier was found. This one had been stuck underneath the jeep, it's face had a horrible gash.

"Hmm? What happened?" Enrico asked, kneeling down and inspecting the corpse further, all the while Rebecca found a file not too far from the crash-site.

"Court order for transportation. Prisoner: Billy Coen, ex-lieutenant, 26 years old. Court marshaled and sentenced to death July 22. Prisoner is to be transferred to the Ragathon Base for execution."

Edward stepped up to Rebecca and took the file from her. "Those poor soldiers. They were good men that were only doing their jobs and that scum murdered them and escaped!"

"All right, everyone!" Enrico said, taking the file from Edward and skimming through it quickly. "Let's separate and survey the area! Our friend is brutal and ruthless. Keep your guard up!"

Looking around to see Forest, Richard and Kenneth already walking off on their own, Edward smirked and then started in his own direction.

It wasn't long after that until he was on his own, in the cold and dark surroundings of the forest, surrounded by fog and god knows what else. Unshouldering his rifle, Edward turned on the light, surveying the area before him. He couldn't see much thanks to the fog.

Swiftly turning around, he raised the barrel of the rifle as he once again heard the same noise from before.

The most prevalent sound was the hollow, soft moan of the winds blowing. For a good minute Edward stood there like that, but he heard nothing else but that. He relaxed a bit, and started walking again.

Not even three paces forward, Edward heard it again, and much more distinctly this time. A harsh rustling sound was coming from the trees. He wanted to believe it was just the wind taking out a weak branch here or there. At first he believed it even as he listened to it, but something was wrong. It was too deliberate, too evenly-spaced. He tensed, and was sweating even in the chill.

There was no mistaking what that was, and though Edward couldn't say with any certainty what was making the sound, he could say with complete certainty that he did not want to find out. Something large and nasty was stalking him, and he heard it too clearly now to ignore it. He thought it sounded like a dog. His nerves were completely on the edge now, perhaps more so than ever in his whole life.

That's when the growl suddenly intensified. It wasn't just an animal sound now, oh no. Now it was slavering and slobbering. It sounded like it was very hungry and possibly eager to perhaps take a bite out of this intruder.

Then, it started raining.

Just as he began to relax at thinking that it had to be the wind, Edward watched in shock as a figure jumped through the shadows at him. Firing off a round from his rifle, Edward was knocked down by the beast, sending his shot wild and his rifle sliding out of his hand and falling somewhere into the fog.

"Shit!" Edward said as he immediately pulled his Beretta from the thigh holster and sat up, aiming the pistol in front of him.

Before Edward even knew what was happening, he was being attacked. Three hounds were all over him on the ground. He was screaming as the dogs started ripping at his arms and his legs.

He quickly began firing off rounds at them, their exposed spins already letting him know that maybe bullet's weren't going to work on these dogs. Using all of his strength, Edward pushed through the dogs, losing his gun in the process as he broke into a staggering run. The blood pouring out of the wound he had on his shoulder was massive, probably even lethal if he didn't find Rebecca soon, but at the moment it would have to wait.

From behind, Edward could hear the three dogs snapping their jaws behind him. Intense with hunger and the hunt, they were starting to gain on him and if he didn't find some decent shelter soon, he was going to end up like all the other victims of Raccoon.

THERE!!!!

Up ahead, Edward could see a train.

There was also a window straight ahead, he knew if he put enough boost into his jump he'd be able to make it through, which was better than staying out in the cold ass rain being chased by three hell hounds.

Pumping his legs forward, Edward ran at full speed as he lunged forward in an upward motion and crashed through the window just as a blur of two people went by. Flipping through and landing on the floor, Edward looked in suprise as he saw Rebecca kneeling next to him in not even five seconds. It was a good thing he found her, she could patch his wounds up.

Tell her whats going on first!

"Edward!" She said in shock as she looked over him. "..are you okay?!"

Edward gazed at her as he felt himself growing weaker by the second. "Worse than....we can't" He muttered as he felt her place a compression pad on his torn shoulder. "You must be careful Rebecca.... forest is full of zombies.....and monster's..."

Looking in front of him, Edward could feel the life slipping from his body. He didn't want to leave Rebecca, but as glass shattered and the feeling left his body, Edward Dewey, was no more.

Author's Note: Well, the second chapter of my Kevin Dooley/Edward Dewey fanfic has arrived. I had tons of fun doing this chapter, although it is short, it does let us know what Edward went through before he died at the hands of his shoulder wound. If only those dogs hadn't of come, maybe Rebecca COULD have saved him. But oh well, guess it's time to move back on to Kevin's adventure. I'd like to end this by thanking anyone who reviews, favs and likes this in advance. Expecially my reviewers from the previous chapter: Divine Arion and cjjs. Plz R&R. Later.