Hey guys, because i have nothing better to do than write atm..i decided to upload another chapter already..im such a good person :P ..i cant say that with a straight face! :P lame jokes FTW anyways ty to the few who reviewed lol

'The fuck is wrong with you!' James yelled, standing between the quarrelling men. 'You're going to get us all killed if you keep this shit up! Now, are you cowards? Or are you men!'

'He almost got us killed! Why didn't you tell us what we were up against…good men died because of you!' Bishop glared at the starved American.

'I had no choice! You think anyone would've believed me! Would you have? An American operative imprisoned in a Russian hellhole with fucking zombies! You have no idea what they did to us! How they tortured us! There were god damn-' Before we go any further (yes it's me..the author! Echo echo echo….lol anyway)its best to go back a couple of hours…

'How many men have you got left lieutenant?' Mason asked nervously, eying the now setting sun.

'Twelve. Why? You've got some explaining to do.' James replied.

'Fine, but you're not going to like this..get your men inside..it's almost dark.' Mason ended ominously, walking away.

'Let's get inside, boys' James called to his men, pacing after the prisoner. Now inside, the various soldiers sat where they could, exhausted after the commands of the now seemingly insane prisoner, who forced them to use what they could from the chopper to bar doors.

'What's going on here?' Bishop asked rather bluntly, as Mason barred the various doors. Just as the words left his mouth, they heard a large thud, dust left the walls and the building shook, dislodging the hanging lamp-the only light source they had- and plunged the room into darkness.

The men in the room each spat curses, except for James, who was too exhausted to bother, plus, he still ached from the fall.

'Everyone! Quiet!' Mason whispered, 'If you see moving lights..don't get near..now quick! Upstairs!'

James calmly lit a cigarette and quietly cocked his famas, before following the disturbed man. He nudged Bishop and asked him what he thought of the situation.

'The man is bloody insane! How can we trust a word he says?' Bishop whispered indignantly.

'Calm down, mate, we'll sort this out…trust me, then.' The soldier patted his friend on the soldier, going two steps at a time.

Another thud, Mason crouches nervously, a wolfish glean in his eyes, he gripped his bloody, blunt prison knife and swayed side to side 'Come get me you little bitch, I know you're waitin' for me..'

'Mason. Who the hell are you talking to?'Bishop asked.

'Quiet, Captain.' James silenced him.

'Sorry lieutenant Abbot.'

James took a drag from his cigarette and continued on. Crouching by Mason looking out the windows. All he could see were floating lights above the ground. what the hell are they? he thought to himself. With one final thud, the wall was broken, and the lights darted in, James could here hungry hissing and eery moaning from down the stairs. Along with various shouts of contact and burst's of fire. Mason grinned like a wolf..and ran upstairs, while Bishop accompinied James to the ground floor. He gasped in fear...

Cliff hanger...but an abvious one..i kno this one's short to but im really tired now and i wanted to get this over and get a rating gory enough for mature! :D no, i could never do that but none the less thanks for reading, thanks for inspiration certain authors..and R&R plzz criticism is fine..lol cya