AN: Thank you all for the support of this story! Its very inspiring! For the record, I was really out of it when I wrote this. This current chapter wasn't suppose to have what it contains. Originally, what I'm going to write for chapter 4 was what was suppose to be here. But ehh, whatever. Enjoy and review ;)

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Carla looked back down into the pod and grabbed Piers' gear, put his scarf around her neck, his vest through her left arm and his belts that carried his guns and other weapon around the other arm. She thanked her super human strength for that. As he made it to the top, Piers helped Carla climb up the rope ladder. She nodded at him as a thanks, put his gear down under the bench like seats and sat down. Piers sat right beside her leaving no space between. They both looked at the soldiers who saved them. They weren't from the BSAA. They were soldiers dressed up in camouflage military uniforms, from the United States. One of the soldiers pulled up the rope ladder and slid the door of the chopper close to avoid the loud sound of the whirling blades and sat on a seat that was back-to-back with the pilots seat, the other two soldiers were in the front piloting. The soldier that was facing the two survivors spoke.

"Tell me, what's yer' business around here? How'd people like you end up in that thing?" He spoke with a thick southern accent

"I'm…with the BSAA. And we escaped a facility." Piers answered.

"Proof?"

"Umm, hang on." Piers rummaged through his pockets and grabbed out his wallet. Surprisingly, it had survived everything that he had been through. He opened the wallet revealing to the soldier his BSAA ID. The soldier snatched it away from him and examined his personal information.

"Piers…Nivans… North American Branch of the BSAA, assigned to the SOU. Huh…you so yer' that good of a soldier? Being apart of the Special Operations Unit and all? Tch, you don't look so tough." Piers looked away as the soldier turned his attention to Carla. "So, what about you, girlie? What's your part in all this?" Carla looked at him and shook her head.

"Not even I know." The soldier cocked his head at her.

"I saved your life, lady. Spit it out. What's your story?"

"I told you, I don't even know. I wasn't myself most of the time." The soldier got up and pinned her up against the wall of the chopper.

"Listen, bitch-" Piers jumped in between, throwing the soldier off of her.

"DON'T, speak to her like that! You'll address her as "Miss". You understand me?! And if she doesn't want to speak about what had happened to her, then she doesn't have to."

"You fuckin' prick! I can easily throw the both of you off the chopper for assaulting a soldier of liberty!" The man threatened. Piers laughed at him.

"Ha! I'd loved to see you try. And, "Soldier of Liberty"? More like Soldier of Drunks. I can smell the alcohol in your breath." The soldiers eyes widened.

"You some sorta fuckin' animal?!" Piers' arched an eyebrow.

"Animal?"

"I haven't drank for three days! How the fuck can you smell it?!" Piers turned to Carla, her eyes showed no emotion. She already knew why he could smell it. To Piers, the man's breath smelled like freshly opened bottle of vodka. Like as if he had just finished drinking.

"Never mind." He shook his head and sat back down right next to Carla. The soldier slowly sat back in his chair eyeing Piers the entire time. The pilots paying no mind to the situation behind them.

As 3 hours in the flying in the chopper passed on, Piers nodded off and had his head resting in Carla's shoulder. She stayed up the whole time staring out into the light blue sky. The soldier looked at Carla with an apologetic look.

"Um, miss, I, uh… M'sorry for the way I treated you. Stress and all that shit just caught up to me." She looked at him and nodded.

"It's fine."

"But um, how can I be sure that you ain't a threat to the US?" He asked.

"Do I look like a threat?" She smirked at him causing him to blush. His eyes looked trailed away from hers.

"Well, no, you don't but, looks can be deceiving, lady." He spoke as his eyes trailed away from her. Something about the look she had on her face was just, odd. The way she spoke, all calm, cool and collected, was in such an ominous way.

"You are a smart one aren't you? You're right. Looks can be deceiving. But I'm not like that." Carla chuckled at him

"How am I so sure?"

'You sure do ask a lot of questions.' She thought.

"If I was a danger, wouldn't me and my friend have killed you all and have taken the chopper for our own by now?" The man thought about it and nodded.

"You're right."

"Always am." One of the pilots received an order through his headset, he nodded and got up, walking past his fellow comrade and opened up and small locker the was beside Piers. He took out a case and opened it, containing a small laptop, and slides with syringes on the side. He looked at the two survivors.

"Wake your friend for me?" He asked kindly as he nodded once at Piers. Carla shook him awake.

"Uhh.. Wha-?" He looked around, dazed and confused. "What's going on?" Carla pointed at the pilot behind Piers and he turned to face the man. "What's with the case?"

"My orders are to check any survivors blood for any possible signs of the C-virus." Carla's eyes grew wide while Piers just nodded.

'With that Anti virus Carla gave me, I should pass this with flying colors.' Piers thought calmly. Carla gave him a worried look. Obviously, he didn't hear her story out. The man set the case back in the locker without closing it, and took out a syringe, withdrew a blood sample from Piers and poured the blood into a small glass container then put it next to the laptop. Carla was next. Her heartbeat raced. God knows what the hell they'll do if they found out that both had the C-virus in them. The man took out another syringe and looked at her. She shook her head, protecting herself by curling up. Piers raised his eyebrows at her. The man chuckled.

"I guess you fear needles? I promise it'll only be for a quick sec'. trust me on this, miss. I need to do it."

"No!"

"Miss please!"

"What would you do if I did have the C-virus in me?!" The question shocked everyone. The man looked at her.

"Well… my orders were to take the infected into custody, to see if we can …treat them." Carla looked at him with suspicion. She took note that he paused, which can mean that he's lying. She shook her head at him. The man looked at the soldier and nodded at him, then both of them started to grab and pin her down. Piers tried to get them both off of Carla, he threw one of the soldiers across without a problem. The other that was on Carla quickly drew a sample before Piers could get to him and went to the case to test it. The man stared silently as Carla curled up once more, with a worried expression. Piers looked at the man who was doing the testing. His face, was pale white, eyes widened. "Your…test results they…"

"What about them?!" Piers pressed on.

"They came back positive. For the both of you. You both contain the C-virus in your blood…" He looked at them. Piers too, was pale. He believed the Anti-C would destroy all C-blood cells. It only got rid of the mutation, nothing more.

"I-I'm still infected?! Carla!" He turned angrily towards her. "What kind of Anti virus was that?!" She looked away closing her eyes. "ANSWER ME!"

"…It was only meant to rid of mutation. But you kept the C-blood cells, as well as the power that it holds." She quietly respond, not showing emotion.

"And what about you?! You're infected too! What about that, huh?! When did you plan on telling me-" Carla cut him off.

"Just be grateful that I saved your life!" As the two were bickering, the man quickly grabbed two strong sedatives and ready to get Piers first. Carla saw him and warned Piers. "BEHIND YOU!" He quickly turned but when he did, the man injected him and Piers collapsed. Even though his view was hazy, he still managed to see how the other soldier held Carla as the man injected her neck and she fell right beside him. Her sight as well, becoming a big blur.

"P-Piers…" She whispered as she fell into a deep sleep. Piers stretched out his hand, using his remaining strength, he grabbed onto her hand, which was right above her head. Piers grabbed it and kept her hand in his.

"Car-Carla…" He barely spoke and knocked out unconscious for the second time this day.

The soldiers stood above them. The man who had received the orders spoke into his headset. "HQ, we discovered C-infected. Still maintaining human form, no transformations. Do we take 'em back to the states, or gun 'em down?" He listened for instructions and nodded. "Understood. Over and out."

The other soldier spoke out. "What are we gonna do?" The man ignored his question and kneeled beside Piers and Carla.

"Looks like you're both gonna become the military's lab rats as of now, freak shows!"

Sincerely, hope you like this chapter, once again, I was out of it when I wrote it. I tried to make it good. But in a way, consider it, just a filler chapter. Next chapter will be up soon, hopefully by the weekend of not, next week, early. Next chapter will be something unexpected yet "expectable"... if that's even a word -_-. But the next chapter will be a filler of some sort but it will heavily effect the future chapters. Trust me that ;) ~ Bye for now~