A/N: Sorry, the last 3 chapters were kinda sad. Maybe that happened cause I was unhappy.
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He breathed slowly trying to keep his aim steady, and started to pull the trigger
Puff
He saw The head of the clicker blew off through his scope.
Then he aimed to the next, and repeated the process until the area was clear.
"Colonel just found and neutralized a bunch of clickers at sector 14, awaiting further instructions" he said at the radio
"Roger, go back to the checkpoint we cannot ris-"before his superior could finish the Sargent interrupted
"With all respect sir I almost finished checking this sector, let me finish my job. I won't fallback just because I found 11 clickers"
"Listen I cannot risk losing you-"
"And what if she's here colonel? All these clickers were looking for someone. And besides I can feel that I am getting closer"
The colonel gave a sigh, it wasn't the first and not the last time Sargent Harold challenges an order.
But the old man knew that his fellow marksman had a good instinct.
"Point taken Sargent, go ahead but DO NOT get yourself killed son"
"Copy. Keep radio silence. Over and out"
Harold ejected the magazine of his m16. Empty. He checked the chamber. 1 cartridge.
He put a fresh mag.
"It's colder than hell" he whispered
It was cold but he loved the winter he could easily become invisible thanks to his white camouflage.
He thanked God that his rifle had a suppressor and used a special caliber making it silent and deadly, he also thanked for all his training and most importantly he thank his colonel.
Amen.
"Pitstop is over" he thought
He stand up and started to walk in the direction the clickers were trying to run.
They were going to the Woods.
He saw a trail of steps.
"a horse passed here" he whispered to himself.
Horses were not part of the local fauna.
"Bingo" he thought
He sprinted following the trail.
After some minutes he stopped, he didn't wanted to his heartbeat to accelerate too much or else it could affect his accuracy.
He checked his six he didn't saw but could hear runners coming.
Sargent covered himself with the white cape, and went prone.
The infected passed right through him.
By the sound of the steps it was approximately 8 or 7 runners.
When it sounded safe he checked around, stand up and continue to sprint.
"Yeah something it's calling their attention for sure " he though
bang
Many gunshots cold be heard ahead
A part of him really hoped to see the girl ahead, but the other part... 8 runners against a girl... Even if she was with the crazy man she didn't stand a chance.
4 more shots could be heard.
He had to hurry.
As he sprinted he kept his rifle ready
"...ound, now I'll have some fun then kill you... slowly"
He heard a male voice, probably 130m from where the he was
Harold walked silently and as fast as he could.
"Get of me you motherfucker!"
It was a teenage girl's voice maybe at 100meters
"Help!"
70meters
"I'm getting close but can't see with all these trees" he though
The plants around that helped him to camouflage himself, now were preventing him to see what was ahead.
He heard what seemed to be 2 people fighting each other
"Surprise! I'm using a bulletproof best you bi-"
40m.
"I need to hurry" he thought as he started to sprint. Advancing too slowly would not help in saving the girl's ass.
"Fuck you"
20m.
"You're so annoying! Go to sleep!"
10m
Finally he made all through the leaves and trees, he could see a guy strangling somebody.
The hunter released his grip of her neck when he noted she was unconscious
Harold was in a bad position, trying to shoot the SOB could kill the girl since the bullet would pass through the hunter's body.
Then he slowly approached...
"Time to have some f-"
Before he could finish the phrase Harold quickly chokeholded The hunter, the guy a was a piece of shit but he would need him alive for a little longer.
After the bastard blacked out, he quickly ran to the girl and crouched to check her vitals.
Still breathing and a pulse, at least the hunter strangled her for a short time.
He noticed a switchblade and a pistol near her, he put them inside his backpack. He put her backpack in front of him.
He looked again at her and there was a broken twig that punctured her hand. It was bleeding, but not at a alarming rate.
He grabbed her and put her over his left shoulder, and draw his pistol.
Standing up became more difficulty, the extra weight was difficult to handle.
"Now I need to find a safe place..." He thought
Harold didn't needed to look hard; nearby there was an old farmhouse.
"Thank you Jesus" he whispered, at least he wouldn't have to carry all that weight for too long.
He carefully approached the house with his pistol raised at his right hand, pointing at directions that hostiles could come out.
Nobody appeared
When reaching the front door he thought:
"Probably it's gonna be loc-"
But as he turned the knob of the door opened.
He checked all rooms, the house was clean.
A room called his attention, by its decoration it probably belonged to a girl.
"Guess its a nice spot to place her"
He put her on the bed, then reached his first aid pouch, got a syringe of morphine and injected at her.
He waited a bit and proceeded to remove the twig of her hand.
After disinfecting the wound, he put stitches and wrapped her hand with some bandages.
While she was sleeping Harold dragged the hunter away from the bodies of his partners, deeper into the woods.
There he grabbed some snow and stuffed into the hunter's throat, and pushed a little deeper.
"Done" he whispered
He did that because if more Hunters showed up, they would see 3 guys shot down and one far away. They would think that he betray them, ran and died frozen. The snow inside the bastard's throat would suffocate him, and melt leaving no evidence that he was murdered.
According to the colonel this way to kill was invented by the Russian mafia
He ran back to the girl's room.
"OK now, just need to call the old man" he thought
Harold grabbed his radio and called in
"Colonel, I found the girl"
"Excellent. Are you still in sector 14?"
"Affirmative, I'm inside of an old farmhouse at northeast of this sector. Be advised, I spot Hunters and infected nearby."
"Is the girl awake?"
"Negative, she got strangled and impaled her hand. But she'll live."
"Hold tight, I'll be there in 2 hours. Over and out."
2 hours... The old man would probably take more than that, because:
1 - a lot of hostiles in this sector
2 - well... He was old.
Sargent gave a sigh.
"Probably 4 hours" he muttered, it would be boring as fuck.
"Stop complaining, you are still breathing" he remembered his Colonel said that.
He checked the girl's backpack and saw a name written on it
"Ellie"
Inside he found a Molotov, first aids, ammo and a weird can with sharp things sticking out.
"Is this... A nail bomb?" he thought. Damn she wasn't so dumb as he thought.
He walked to the house's fireplace, started a fire to warm up the 2 bean cans.
He sat in the couch observing the fire while the cans warm up.
"Joel?"
It was Ellie's voice.
"Fuck, I can't get a break. Can I?" he muttered as he walked upstairs.
