Run, Rabbit, Run.

'Jamerson where the fuck are you' I thought to myself as I glanced in through a small window, slipping my hand up under the partially raised window I slid it up and climbed in, wincing as my boot came down on what I assumed to be broken ceramics, I didn't bother checking as I pulled the rest of body through the gap, glancing round I lifted the sawn off shotgun to my shoulder, and praised Hanataro once more for some how finding it, I really should ask him one day where he gets the things he does, ghosting forwards I quickly glanced through a door way before, motioning for the others to follow up to where I was, motioning with my hand for them to stay back I rolled round the corner and knelt down.

Glancing back over my shoulder I nodded and listened as they all filed through as quietly as possible.

I snapped my hand up holding two fingers open then motioned up stairs, and watched as Ikkaku and Mina peeled off and made their way silently upstairs, silently motioning again I sent Chad and another member to my left while I and Yumichika, carried on forwards.

Jamerson had schooled us all well in room clearance and moving silently in hostile territory, letting the shot gun hang on the sling I pushed it round on to my back and softly drew out the P226R that Jamerson had requested Hanataro try and get hold of, I twisted the suppressor on the front to ensure it was secure then, lifted and sighted down the weapon as I made my way through with Yumichika following my exact movements as we moved down the corridor.

I lifted my hand to the handle pulling myself close to the hinge side of the door as Yumichika opposite me leant in and twisted the handle as I counted down, from four silently using my fingers as I mouthed the words.

Hitting one he pushed the door open and I entered weapon raised, as I entered the smell hit my like a freight train, the smell of dead mouldering flesh and voided bowels, staring round the room I saw six bodies all covered in stained bedlinen tacky darkened spots on the sheets indicated head shots, at least it was quick.

I quickly backed out of the room, shutting the door behind me as I did.

Glancing up I looked over Yumichika's shoulder to see a creeper edging towards his unguarded back, snapping my pistol up I fired off three muted shots, blasting its brain matter in a six foot ark behind its head.

Yumichika silently nodded his thanks and turned, walking past the dead creature as we headed into the kitchen area.

I stood out side the building leaning against the wall, we had cleared the building an hour ago and I needed a place to think so I excused myself and went into the rear garden, now I wished I hadn't, it seems those people I found in the dinning room weren't the only ones to live here, three child sized graves were what greeted me as I left the back door and stepped onto the patio.

"typical, one fuck up after another and now this" I grumbled to myself as I lit one of my remaining six cigarettes, I should have quit years ago, but what doesn't kill you now, will get you later right, bollocks, the only thing for definite now was live as a wanderer or get eaten by mutated neighbours, what a fucking choice.

I sucked in the calming tobacco smoke and watched as the smoke rings I blew curled upwards, god how I wished I could just float off like them, actually right now I wish I was one, just so I could blow away and vanish leaving all this behind.

But then what, the place I would end up would probably be just as fucked up as this.

I ground the dead cigarette into the brickwork angrily grinding it to shreds then walked back inside, clicking on my radio I pressed down on the throat mic that had replaced my blue-tooth headset and called Renji, 'Ren, got a fix on Jamerson for me yet, his last location was a washout looks like he had to bug out quick, there were only a couple of Creepers but it seems like the family did a murder suicide pact kiddie graves in the garden and three adults under sheets in the dinning room, looks like Jamerson did the decent thing but was caught short by the creepers half way through, please tell me he's called back in'

Renji tapped furiously on the keyboard in front of him after tuning the dials into another frequency.

'Yeah he did, he bugged out and made it down to I think its called well fuck I cant pronounce it, its down on the coast not far from you only a couple of miles by the looks of things grid reference Zero one four, two two six'

I looked it up on the map I had with me, my eyes widening as I recognised the place.

'I think I know it, if its the place I am thinking of I know a couple of people there, tell him to head to these co-ordinates, when he gets there tell him to tell who ever is there that I sent him ok'

'Right no probs, out'

With that the connection went dead and I was left alone, in a house of corpses, striding back through the house I called the rest of the team together and explained the plan, twenty minuets later we were heading back out the door and hopefully to Jamerson's rescue.

Jamerson's P.O.V.

I sprinted as fast as I could, the HK417 in my hands was just dead weight, I had long ago run out of ammunition for it but was loath to dump it, when was I going to get another, the ammunition itself wasn't to hard to find the gun was though.

So I grimly clung onto the rifle and sprinted on wards, my chest was burning and my legs felt like lumps of beef jerky, but the threat of being eaten alive by my pursuers far out weighed the discomfort I was feeling.

My ear bead suddenly sprang to life, Renji's voice bleeding through it.

'Jamerson you there', I wheezed out a reply, 'Yeah I'm here', I dropped my hand from my throat and clutched my rifle with both hands once more.

'Head to grid reference, zero one four, two two six, Ichigo said to tell whom ever is there that he sent you'

My chest was really burning now, 'OK' I all but gasped as I kept up the pace, Special forces I may have been but you try sprinting for almost two miles its damned well impossible, only reason I hadn't dropped before now was simply because I didn't want to die yet.

Looking over my shoulder at what was behind me I screamed 'FUCK YOU' and pushed myself onwards, dodging left I sprinted down a side turning heading to a farm, vaulting the gate at the end I made tracks over the uneven surface of the field hoping this would slow down my pursuers as I made for the tree line ahead of me.

I came to another gate and jumped it, landing in a huge bed of blackthorn and scrub, forcing my way through it, I came to a sheer tree covered drop, that curved into a soft valley floor, cut in two by a small stream.

'Fuck, Fuck, FUCK' I screamed, 'Bones or Teeth, Screw it Bones heal'

with that I leapt down the incline sliding down the slope slowly gathering speed, trees snapped past me as I flew down the incline; my feet scrambled for purchase as I attempted to control my descent into the valley below.

Creepers crashed past me slamming into trees, several scrapped my scalp as they shot over the top of me, but all they ended up doing was bouncing away to land in broken crumpled heaps below me.

Sliding to a sudden stop I scrambled to my feet, wincing as I put pressure on my left leg, must have twisted something on the way down.

My back and lower body was covered in superficial cuts and scrapes, looking down my left side I saw a lump of what I could only assume was a branch sticking out my left side.

I groaned and carried on running, the creepers howls of rage died off as I travelled deeper into the forest.

Slowing my pace, I slowly dropped off to a medium paced jog as I neared the edge of the forest, I could see a grass playing field, with a rusted swing set and a road on the edge leading through to a bunch of dilapidated houses, staggering out of the tree line I fell into the grass covered verge of the road and lay there, panting resting against the brick built post box.

My chest heaved as I sucked in large lung fulls of air, the branch in my side grating against my ribs as my sides expanded and contracted, pushing myself to my feet I staggered onwards passing over a small bridge that covered what I assumed was the river I passed in the wooded valley behind me, hitting the other side the ground shifted to my right, watching this lump of grass rise to the height of a man I groaned again.

'Don't fucking move', I heard a noise from behind and another figure appeared rifle aimed at my back, 'Drop the gun' the second figure commanded, I slowly lowered my rifle to the floor turning my head to look behind me as I did, the figure behind me was swathed in black tactical gear, a set of Magnum assault boots covered his feet along with matt black assault trousers and a M65 combat jacket under a Special Forces Modular Assault vest, his knees were protected with osprey combat pads as were his forearms and elbows.

His face was shrouded behind a Nomex balaclava, and his head topped off with a PASGT tactical combat helmet.

Where the hell he got the gear I don't know but it was a good set up

'Dax what's he packing', the ghillie suited man asked the one behind me, at least I had a name for one of them now.

'Heckler and Koch 417, looks like a 7.62mm chamber with a twelve inch barrel and a fifty round drum magazine, not a bad shooter'

Ghillie suit nodded, 'What you doing here, name and rank, no civvie could get his hands on a government grade shooter like that, so who the fuck are you'

I pretended to be subservient to the pair and dropped to my knees hands behind my head, all but screaming as the branch in my side twisted.

'Hey Jerot'

Ghillie suit looked up from his rifle that still covered me, Now I had two names to work with, 'check out his left side bro, I think that's an oak bough sticking out there'

Jerot nodded the hood of his suite jolting up and down as he did, 'Looks like it,what you doing here', he quizzed me once more, his initial question pushed aside not caring about my current state, 'I was being pursued by some very angry creepers and jumped the valley wall'

Dax whistled as he mentally pictured the stunt, 'And, that still doesn't explain why your here' I sighed and bowed my head, 'Ichigo sent me', both men visibly relaxed when I told them that, Ghillie suit or Jerot as the other one called him, turned and walked towards the building behind them, 'Bring him inside Dax, then once he is sorted make sure the mines in the Caravan park are Laid and working properly I'll take first watch on the Gimpy in case anything comes through'

Dax nodded and helped me to my feet as Ghillie suit walked off, looking up at What I assumed used to be their house I saw the L7A2 Machine gun mounted on a tri-pod in the remains of their front porch, the walls and ceiling were made of quarter inch thick plate steel the front like all the lower floor windows where covered by heavy steel hurricane shutters, as I was dragged along my legs no longer functioning properly; I mused on how this place was as close to a fortress as they could make only one or two things varied in how I would have set it up.

'Don't mind him, he has been that way since this whole thing started, we are the last of our family, our old man never came back from London he worked the city as a cabby, our mother and sister were lost to the virus during the initial infection being on the asthma and disability register they were priority cases for the vaccine, and our uncle, well, he didn't last to long once our mother died, poor bastard practically lived to help our mum'

I heard his voice begin to crack as he stopped talking, I looked up and saw the pain dancing behind the young guys eyes, even though he was surviving and doing a good job of it I was damned if I could see why.

I didn't say a word, just let him continue, reaching the front door we passed Ghillie suite who had shed the heavy outer garment and was seated behind the gun, dressed in a pair of Jeans and a South African assault vest, he didn't even glance up at us as we passed him by.

'What's your name any way' I looked over at Dax my arm draped across his shoulders, 'Jamerson' I offered as an answer, 'Good to meet you,we don't get many visitors, not since we had to shoot most of our neighbours, lot of OAP's retired down here like my sis and mum they were all priority cases for the vaccine, shit got real quickly here'

He chuckled darkly which unnerved me slightly, 'Come on then lets get this sorted' he lay me down on a table shoved a roll of leather in my mouth, then cut away my tactical vest and shirt, I was slightly pissed that he juts sliced it off me but hell I wasn't going to argue with the guy patching my wounds. Picking up a surgical blade he doused my side in surgical spirit and disinfectant, after stripping off his webbing and jacket and washing his hands.

I tensed as I felt him cutting a three inch slice into my side above and below the wound.

I growled in pain around the lump of leather in my mouth, my teeth pushing their way through the layers as I bit down. Feeling the blade sliced through my skin and flesh, the branch slid free from my side as he gently tugged on it, dumping the bloodied branch to the floor he poured more of the alcohol into the wound itself before wiping it clear and pushing sterile gauze into it that was soaked through with surgical spirit.

Pulling the gauze out a torrent of clean blood issued forth, Dax nodded satisfied it was clean and proceeded to sew my side shut once he was done he covered it with a layer of padded gauze and bandages, he was surprisingly gentle as he wrapped me up.

'Ok dude all sorted, fancy some grub'

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