Left For Dead: Never Surrender

by MYDARKERHALF943

Alex Overbeck, Grandson of William "Bill" Overbeck and Son of Well-Renowned Soldier and Scientist CEDA's ever had, Is now the Sole-Survivor of a brutal attack at Fairfield High School. Now Alex must face against his own Sanity and rely on the trust of Strangers to survive in this Hellish Nightmare. Contains sexual content, Violence, and horror to those with imaginative minds...

7. Chapter 6 One More Soul

Note: I own nothing.

Special: I would like to thank those who have favored me and my story and I would like to thank those who waited for another chapter. Slowly, Writer's block was taking effect on me, but thankfully, I will be uploading much more again very soon...Read and review please!

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Chapter 6

One More Soul to the Call

Entering the Hideout made me feel what I never wanted to feel in a lifetime. I felt sick entering, but what I promised, I'll keep. I will not stand to witness what these poor people will have to endure from day to night. Killers and Kidnappers, Thieves and Arsonists, Thugs and Convicts; No matter who stands in my way, I will never surrender.

The Horrid environment felt confusing at first, but confusion didn't stand in the way of my righteous duty; No, I had a purpose in life. Though, it may seem as though it is entirely pathetic, it was for me and me alone. I was the Sentinel to them, a soldier on a mission to rescue against unbelievable odds; just one more soul to the call, I guess.

I proceeded down the hall I had finished going down with the others; I had to retrace my steps and head back towards my hostage cell, Only then will I have to devise a plan to release the Infected that were kept as toys down below me.

The hall was embedded with bullet hole, Rounds remaining inside the corroded-to-shit wall. The destructed and semi-destroyed flooring was littered with debris and bullet casings, along with the deceased thugs, lying limp on the floor. Not much to explain, it was a piece of shit from the beginning.

I had to remain Vigilant; who would know when another firing squad will be sent to kill their Harbinger of Death.

Lightning outside began getting more and more violent as the day continued on; The storm had returned with an excessive amount of ferocity, only to bring the uproar of many ravenous Infected distances away from me. This place will soon turn into another Infested Zone for the Walking Dead. I was limited on time, but the thought of their presence may come at me like a double-bladed sword; It would hurt both me and My enemies.

I hurried myself up, the sound of Infected closing in on my position started to worry me. Ammo count wasn't very helpful here; If I had to, My Knife would have to be my only weapon, If it came down to it. Lightning was as ferocious as it could ever be, striking bolts of electricity onto the building's structure. The sound of crumbling debris falling down to the earth outside and the sight of rubble falling cautioned me; this place wasn't fit for an attack by God's Wrath.

Passing down numerous halls, the squeaks of boots began coming down the hall to my left. I took cover beside the wall to my left; Peering out from the side, About Three Thugs with Machine Guns, M4A1s from the look of it. Holstering the temporary Pistol, I reached my trusty G36, hanging from its sling on my back. Checking the firing mode, I was ready to endure a barrage of Single-Firing hell, until Lightning began striking yet again onto the building.

Though I stumbled, I remained my ground, back against the wall and waited for another window to appear. My chance suddenly changed in a matter of minutes as I began hearing the sudden shrieks and howls of rage-induced infected rushing down the hall aside from the firing squad.

Their attention quickly turned to their right as they began panicking frantically, Aiming their weapons to their sides, but only a matter of seconds late. A handful of Infected came running and tackling down to the debris filthy floor. Screams of agony echoed through the halls of their hideout, just then endless cries of brutish thugs being mutilated by brutish Creatures of a man-made Virus.

I didn't like seeing it, But Watching their Joy Kill brought back the echoing screams I had heard within my desolate school. They were after some punk who rebelled against their law, not unexpected infected. I didn't like seeing them being torn limb from limb, but soon this place will be Infested and I want to be far away from here when that happens.

I quickly left my post and ran down the hall, continuing my search for the dreaded containment area known as the basement. A plan was what I needed; I had half a Magazine in and even that wasn't going to be enough. A knife against an Egotistical and Schizophrenic Nazi whose enjoyed Aggrotech Music and Sadistic Acts, My odds were entirely "Fucked."

I had to try, As if mother's stereotypical words would help me at a time like this.

A turn left and then a right, passing by numerous dead carcasses of the Infected, I knew these Convicts weren't standing a chance. Wasn't it their lust that blinded them of a sudden attack, or my sudden stab in their sides that caught them off guard? I couldn't care much about them, but something inside me almost felt sorry for them, almost.

The sound of Infected began echoing throughout every hall I had passed by; I had to try and focus on the real problem at hand, which was obviously tricky if any fast-paced problem could come running down any hall I pass by. With the handle of the G36 tightly gripped in my hands, I had enough motivation to do what I must to purge their lust out of each and every thuggish character here.

The sudden turn down a hall had quickly changed my understandings of Reality and Fiction; The Hall was...corrupted somehow. Plagued with the Virus as if it were a living thing! The walls became moist and began pulsating as if it were actual flesh. The Fleshy walls began turning blacker and blacker until it resembled what an Infected's insides would be.

I was more Intrigued then Horrified; It appeared that I was experiencing yet another Hallucination, One not as violent to me, but violent towards my surroundings. My pace slowed down as I proceeded down the fleshy, infected corridor towards, hopefully, the basement. These walls were anything but Apocalyptic, Hellish was more like it, a more Hellish side to a Zombie Apocalypse. Thinking of the thought of Insanity, I could see why Infectees tend to lose themselves to the Infection; I wouldn't want to think this just some ordinary hallucination only a teenager, like myself, could withstand with ease.

These walls reminded me of a story I've read online, Entitled as "Inside God's Mouth" about A man and his girlfriend enter a cave that soon turned into their demise as the cave devoured them both; The cave was described as fleshy and living, resembling the inside of a mouth that slowly closed closer and closer towards the protagonist, caving him into a dead-end as a hand with red finger nailed hand held him down as the cave devours another victim.

Maybe this hallucination is an ode said story and creating a similar environment akin to it, possibly trying to frighten me. I shook my head violently, thinking that it would bring back my senses, but honestly, I had no control of my sanity; I had to push on through it in order to reach them.

I swung the rifle over my shoulder and pulled out the pistol from the shoulder holster; I walked down the Fleshy hall, creating a squishing sound by my shoes. I knew this wasn't real, none of it was, but I was Infected, I didn't have a choice.

With every step I took, the squishing sound never ceased; my steps began getting thicker and heavier than the last, I was sinking into this quicksand of muscle and fleshy. I had to hurry; otherwise I would risk losing valuable time to this hallucination. Hurrying my pace, I began jumping down the hall in desperation. This didn't help much, but I worked with what I had; I reached the end of the hall, my feet feeling free from my hellish delusion, but only to jump directly into another.

It wasn't another Hallucination, thankfully, but I walked directly behind another Firing group in orange jumpsuits sent by Dietrich. They were unaware of my presence; Luckily, My hallucination didn't alert them nor of my presence, so I began walking back down the opposite direction they were heading.

Infected began sprinting down the halls like High Schoolers released for Spring Break; Infected both barely clothed and uncontrollable began running down halls ahead of me, shrieking and squealing towards any sign of life, Luckily, I was nowhere in their sights. I was purely under their radar; I had an advantage, not the thugs who ran endlessly around their hideout.

I holstered the pistol and unsheathed the Bowie Knife, Entering into a CQC stance Father had performed when he took me into a CEDA military base on 'Bring Your Son to Work' Day, Only to gain a better Career Performance. Guess Daddy's boy actually learned something from dear ol' dad after all. Proceeding down the hall and continuing down towards a hall to the right, I remained in CQC stance, remaining vigilant for any incoming infected what passed my way.

I didn't know how far The Basement door was; I was running on a hunch, but there wasn't much of a choice. I know my Hostage Cell was somewhere around here, just the Infected that barricade my way from reaching it. It took me a while, but another Hallucination started occurring; It wasn't violent, neither was it a horrific one.

Call it a soundtrack in my head, Music began playing all around me; I had a feeling that It wasn't the Intercoms playing, Adolfo favored Aggrotech, not the Instrumental sound of Rock composed by John Murphy. As if my personal Homage to Danny Boyle's film, In the House, In a Heartbeat began playing; Just the Nostalgic sound of it's piano keys chiming in my head, following up with sudden strums of a guitar.

A song worth listening to when Lives are on the line.

An Ode to the Infected.

The Electric Guitar began getting more and more motivating. Pumping my endorphins as I felt the need to rush myself. Like Cillian Murphy's Character, Jim, We had a purpose to save the people that needed saving. I was Jim in this Hallucinatory Homage of

28 Days Later,

And the imprisoned Infected below were My 'Hannah and Selena'; I wasn't going to let Convicts have their way on them, using them as objects of entertainment.

The echoing strum of the electric guitar was the climax of the song, playing as the infected ravaged the AWOL Soldiers to their deaths. Something inside my head told me that this was going to end exactly how the movie went, Attempted Rape and Death all around.

I ran down the hall, passing numerous Infected Infested halls, suddenly catching a glimpse of my sprinting. They didn't hesitate; Shrieks and screams suddenly came from behind me. They gave chase towards me; now without a doubt, I was worried at the large amount that chased me. Now I was attracting the Infected everywhere I went; A Plan was what I needed at a time like this.

As a metaphorical Light bulb appeared above my head, I hatched an Idea to lose the Infected. The Passing Firing Squad was my best bet on losing them, also meant risk getting shot on sight. Like the suicidal fool that I was, I had to if I wanted to lose the Infected.

Turning down into the hall the right of me, I continued sprinting around and through the corridors and began heading back towards the previous group. Fatigued and Exhausted, I continued on leading the horde directly towards the Unaware Group in the distance. I Turned left into another hall, trying to gain some distance between me and The Infected; Just the sudden smacking of Infected Flesh against the semi-destructed wall. Confused, I saw that they were dazed on Impact; only a few stragglers managed to keep on track of me.

Quickly tossing the bowie knife onto my left hand, I pulled out the pistol from the holster and finished off the three to four stragglers. Now, I was clear to proceed towards the firing squad. With Pistol and Knife in my hands, I quickly ran into the hall I had entered before and down the hall.

Upon running down where I would think the Squad would move towards, the sound of Firefight began coming from where I knew would come from. After nearly tripping over a dead Infected carcass, I turned to the right hall and saw the convicts, Armed to the teeth, held out in the cross-section of the hall. Each of the four Thugs held their ground; One thug manning each hall as one stationed in the center of the crossing.

Like the Idiot I was, I made some noise.

"HEY!" I yelled to the top of my lungs as I bolted towards them, gaining the attention of the Thug in the center, "You looking for me?!"

He hollered out, "IT'S OVERBECK!" But to his surprise, His buddies were deafened by the roaring firing of Assault rifles and Shotguns, "ASSHATS! HE'S-AW FUCK IT!" He pulled out a pistol from his Jumpsuit's pocket and began pulling the trigger.

My Heightened Reflexes kicked in just in time to dodge each and every bullet whizzing by me. The sudden hammer slamming down onto cold steel echoed faintly beneath the barrage of Rapid Firing Assault Weapons. Closer and Closer, I began thinking that maybe my life was actually worth something for risking my own life just to protect the ones I care for.

Carlos and Sarah...Sonya...Francis, Sandra and Duke, Zoey and Kat, I'll see you all again...Real soon.

The sound of Ravenous Infected had returned at last; the ongoing assailant suddenly ceased his semi-automatic firing as he stood at a stand-still, Frozen with Fear at the sight of the enormous horde traversing down the isolated hallway.

"Oh shit...OH Shit...OH SHIT!" He cried out in Fear, "GUYS! GUYS!? FIRE! FIRE AT WILL!" His words finally reached out to them as they turned their attentions towards a teen leading a horde towards their Last Stand. Barrels of their Weapons began projecting hot lead my way. Luckily, Bullets were no match for my heightened reflexes.

Just in time, the world all around me had decreased in speed. I took the advantage to lead towards them and began sliding on my knees, my back bent backwards as I watched bullets fly over me and towards the Infected behind me. The momentum of my leap made my slide towards safety possible; Sliding past my assailants and directly into their blind spots, I was free from any Infected now.

"THE FUCK?! OH SHIT, NOOOO!" The centered Convict cried out as he saw my dynamic action, but then realizing their problem literally running towards them, "FUCK! FUUUCK"

The Shrill screams for help seemed to stab my heart in some way of sympathy; I would think Karma was going to be a bitch to then, But Revenge and Sympathy were never a couple inside me. They had it coming, and I will never forget what THEY did to her.

"OVERBECK! HELP ME! OH GOD, NOO!" One of his Thuggish buddies.

"NOOOAAARRGGHH!" Another screamed out as he was disemboweled, numerous infected arms entering his stomach, tearing intestines and devouring their meal.

I didn't look back; All I heard were the agonizing screams of helplessness. That's the thing in an apocalypse like this; No matter how you scream, The Dead don't hesitate.

Save Yourself.

Unlike the saying, I had a promise to keep and I aimed to keep it.

As Fatigued and Exhausted I was, I couldn't stop. The song in my head slowly died down and changed tracks, Beauty of Annihilation by Elena Siegman. I never favored the challenge of Nazi Zombies, but If Adolfo Dietrich turned into one, then I'll have to play to survive. I like freedom in my Games, mostly in my Zombie Scenarios-types; COD's Nazi Zombies wasn't my favorite, but The Nazi Walkers I admire for their slow, yet fast paced movement.

The sound of Punk-Rock fitting for any stereotypical Zombie Seigh; Annihilation was definitely beautiful. Death was beautiful, oh so beautiful, But now wasn't the time to enjoy sadism.

Proceeding down the hall, leaving the devoured Convicts behind, I rushed down and into the left hallway. I recognized this layout now, This was where I shot my first oncoming group with the G36. My endorphins began racing with excitement; It was exhilarating, yet powerful to my self-esteem. Confidence was filling inside me like a drug; I was Close.

A plan had hatched. The Song Blut Royale had inspired it; That was it, My Plan was to inflict hell and agony onto the thugs within this complex. Release the Infected below me, Kill the Rapists during their Orgy and Kill Dietrich; Simple enough.

In my mind, I requested to my personal DJ in my head to play the song I so longed waited to hear. Upon doing so, The Adrenaline rush of Aggrotech Rock-induced drug had given me everything to keep pushing through the raging Infected and Armed to the Teeth Convict.

As I ran, Screams of, not only Convicts and Thugs, But women screaming in terror. The Infecteds attacked during their fun. Sprinting down the lonesome hall and turned down left on a corner, I had found the prison, A dead thug laying limp against the wall with bullet wound buried deep into his chest. Walking past the body, I peered into the chamber, seeing that Don and Riggs bludgeoned and eye-gouged on the floor.

"You had it coming, now who's laughing?" I said to myself, relishing the sight of their deceased bodies, "Ha." I holstered my pistol and sheathed my Knife and Grabbed my Rifle and began storming down the hall like the soldier I always wanted to be.

Blut Royale

The Air felt stuffy, something didn't seem right. It felt heavy and polluted somehow with something. My lungs were killing me, making every breath harder and harder to breath. I began coughing, hacking out a bad taste in my mouth as If Poison had landed onto the tip of my tongue. Suddenly, My song began playing in a distorted manner.

Amongst the Storm's Lightning strikes, Wet footsteps began coming from the hall ahead of me. Looking, I couldn't see much, but a Silhouette of a creature so disgusting and putrid. It began coughing, blowing out particles of the Virus into the Air. Stumbling with weakened legs, It began getting closer and closer towards me.

I wasn't enjoying the sight of it; one and only one option came to mind, Aim for the Head.

I rose my gun and aimed for what seems to be Its head; Hesitating, I waited until I got a clearer shot. My hands began trembling as I inhaled infected air into my lungs, thankfully I was able to withstand it's effects. It got close enough for me to make some sort of I.D. of it, but what I saw was nothing like the Special Infected I had seen.

It was some sort of revolting Blob with boney appendages and two uninfected legs, resembling a female's. Fleshy pores began spraying blood onto the walls around it, along with Virus Particles into the air. There was a slit going down It's blob form, Thinking that this was how It took It's Victims, That Scream earlier must've been the victim It devoured.

It didn't do much, but walk towards me at an unbearable rate. More annoyed then afraid, I took the shot, hoping to end its Infectious life. A bullet sunk into its flesh only to absorbed it into its mass.

"What the hell?" I muttered, "Die, Damn it!" I began pulling the trigger, releasing three rounds of NATO into it, but it acted like the typical Bullet Sponge. Nothing phased it, This Advanced Mutation was the type that shouldn't be messed with, but it was in the way of reaching my allies.

Tossing the gun aside, Clacking loudly as it landed on impact. I pulled out my Knife and Pistol and re-entered into CQC stance; "Guess I had to use Melee again." I muttered.

I run-walked up to it and popped Three Rounds in its head, stabbing it directly into its skull. Not a crack or squish was made. I was an Idiot for doing this; It tricked me into thinking that It's head was worth aiming for, It was a trap.

The loud ripping of flesh as it stretched of its mass opening wide into a Gaping Maw had caught me off guard. With a sudden glance inside, the female victim was horrifically entangled with thousands of fleshy and pulsating vein-like tentacles wrapping around her nude body. Small tentacles began sucking on her face, Breasts, and Abdomen area with suction cups like an octopus's tentacle.

Horrified, i realized this creature; This man-made monstrosity was what I had dreamed about. My Hallucination had foretold me of a hellish monster and I now face it in reality. Quick, I took a few steps back, but my attempt of reaching safety saw futile. Tentacles began wrapping around my arms and legs, immobilizing me entirely. Infection had become a host in my Hallucination and now I, too, will experience the same fate.

"RAAH! NO, DAMNIT! RRRAAGGH! I WILL NOT BE YOUR NEW HOST! I'LL...KILL YOU!" I yelled, thinking positive thoughts as I forcefully aimed the pistol into it's maw and fired. Bullets began impacting into it's flesh, but remain as the bullet sponge it was.

Unloading the entire clip, The fatal clicks were all I heard now.

"FUCK IT! I DON'T NEED THAT THING!" I exclaimed, denying my stupidity and inevitability.

The end was here for me. I was closer towards it's Maw; Tentacles began coming out at an extremely fast speed, wrapping itself around my legs and chest area. My surroundings began getting darker as It began extending itself to an enormous size, stretching it's maw over my whole body.

"OH HELL!" I remarked as my upper torso was engulfed into its massive fleshy body.

Darkness was all I see. I could feel its tentacles slowly rappelling down my pants exterior, wrapping itself around my legs and over my bullet wound. It was musky, like a dead animal. I was alive, inside a belly of the beast literally, and I remained with my Bowie Knife. Small tentacles started sticking onto my face like leeches, but sadly for them, My Army Jacket withstood their infernal sucking from tearing into my back.

It was as If I was being inside of a Womb, with its tentacles sucking the life slowly out of my head. My legs began stumbling around as I tried helplessly to shake it off, but to no aval.

"Ha...Jesus! I'm not dying in here, NOT NOW!" I yelled, as the beast tried muffling my voice.

Raspy gasping came from my devoured partner in front of me; She was Alive!?

"H-help...Me!" She hissed weakly, losing consciousness due to blood loss.

The horrors I endured, The Pain I gained, nothing hurt me more than to see women on the verge of dying in front of me. I Had ENOUGH! My arm was tied back by tentacles, but my sudden violent nature gave me the burst of strength to bury by Knife It's flesh. The shrieking of the beast began piercing my eardrum, but I couldn't stop. I continued to jab the Blade deep into it's flesh; I was getting out, one way or another.

Stabbing the roof of its Maw, I started stabbing my surroundings. The moist feel of its or Her blood began splashing onto us, Filling it's inside with hot plasma. Its shrieks were echoing in my ears; The Darkness soon became no more as it began opening its maw wide open. The tentacles started coming off, telling me that it was slowly reaching its death. The girl in front of me's tentacles wrapped around her, suddenly released her as she was laid upon my body.

It was then that her body was barricading it's 'Brain' behind her body. With Its brain now exposed, I quickly jabbed the brain with the Stainless steel blade. The loud sopping wet squish I had expected was finally made; the creature screeched and howled exactly how my hallucination had done.

Its massive body began deteriorating as It began sliding off of us, Every tentacle following it's body onto the floor. I embraced the girl with my left arm and slide my knife out as It fell dead onto the blood-soaked floor.

I...won. I killed the beast that plagued my mind in the bar. It was as if a huge burden was lifted from my shoulders. The Girl in my arm was horrifically pale; If I didn't know any better, She was already an Infected. Pale skin was from blood loss, but the chances of her being Infected was high. My mental soundtrack then died down as I realized my choice, either end her suffering or...let her live; As if killing a creature meant for hell wasn't bad enough, now the guilt of having to end her ran through my mind.

"Hey...You ok?" I said with hast, "HEY, can you hear me?"

She moaned, "Who...are y-you?" She began coughing, blood spilling onto her nude body.

"I'm...your savior..." I replied, my voice beginning to break, "I'm...Alex."

"Thank...you, Alex..." She replied, stroking my cheek weakly with her right hand, "Please...Do me a favor?"

"What?" I said, wincing at what she might say, "Anything! What?"

She pulled me closer and whispered into my ear, "...S-S-Shoot...me."

"I was afraid of that..." I said sorrowfully, "You understand, then?"

"Yes...I don't want to be one of them. Please!" She cried out, begging me to end her suffering.

With only Minutes to spare of her life, I gently placed her nude body on the floor and against the wall, Her legs laying in a puddle of the monster's blood. I looked back at the G36C, wincing at what I must do to cease her mutation. I walked up to the rifle, hoisting the sling around my head. Returning to her, I looked deeply into her eyes as she did the same to mine. I glanced at the rifle and back at her, aiming the rifle's sights directly onto her head.

"Thank...you, Alex..." She said weakly as her life slowly drained from her body filled with the virus.

"Before I...Do this..." I asked, "What's your name?"

"Heh...its Deborah..." She replied, "Deborah...De Silva...Thank you...my savior..."

"Goodbye...Deborah..." I responded.

The gun began shaking violently in my hands; I didn't like the fact of ending a person's life out of Mercy would be this heartbreaking. I closed my eyes...

And pulled the trigger.

The loud bang of a single shot and the faint plopping of bare flesh landing onto the floor was all I heard. My heart sank into my stomach; I didn't glance at what I had done for her, I just walked off down the hall and towards the Basement door. A broken heart, A hellish nightmare only though to be seen in dreams, and a broken teenager in the midst of it all.

Infected, Kill or be killed. Them or Us, and they don't hesitate. I understood the concept of being infected and asking for a mercy killing, but never have I taken a person's life before without a good reason to. A sickening feeling in my stomach bothered me wholly; one problem ends and yet another awaited for me behind it.

I can't break now, NOT now. I turned right. I checked myself and noticed my we aim to Please Shirt was blood soaked, My Jacket was perfectly fine thankfully. Pants were always tattered ever since my scrape with Job and The Tank. I was a mess, but responsibility kept me going.

The Basement Door was within my reach now. I grabbed onto the handle and twisted the knob, Locked.

"Come on!" I remarked, "Now I gotta...Aw screw it!" I aimed at the locked door handle and fired a round, piercing through and destroying the lock entirely. Front Kicking the door, swinging it wide open with a slam against the wall. As my mental soundtrack resumed playing In the House, In a Heartbeat as I entered through the doorway, A set of stairs led down into the darkened abyss of the Basement.

Down there were my only allies, the Infected that are within are my best bet on taking out every single degenerate here. I walked down into the darkness below; Lightning booming and striking above the building, faint laughs were heard beneath it. The faint maniacal laughing of a post-insane thug began getting much less distant as each laugh he made echoed though the descending flight of stairs.

I tightened my grip on the gun's handle; from the sound of it, It was about one guy, but what worried me was that there wasn't a screech nor weep of any of the imprisoned Infected.

The air was intoxicating with the smell of decay and something much foul. I crept around the basement and found abandoned cages, far too many for just a four Infected. Why? I wondered, but then I had expected that these Yahoos would capture and toy with many Innocent Infected with a firm grip of their own Humanity. Many had to be killed, the dried black blood on the floor proved that much.

"Yeah, I ain't going to die without boning you, ya whore!" A faint threat echoed farther deeper into the Basement.

I didn't wait to let him have his way with The Witch. I hurried across the room and down a narrow hall, studying the catacomb for any sign of life. The faint sound of struggling came from a hall down to my left, along with a faint unzipping of his zipper and the faint whimpering and cries of the struggling Damsel in Distress.

As I turned, In the Far Distance, I saw them. Hulking walls of flesh type convict grabbing The Witch, who had her Claws tied behind her back, by arm. He tripped her to the concrete floor, landing hard and squirming as she tried to regain some footing to getting back up.

"Oh Yeah! We're gonna have one hell of a time!" He remarked, The Witch weeping as she began worming herself away from him. He quickly grabbed her Rear, slapping it roughly, "You keep your ass like that, Huh?!" He grabbed her panties by the side, but before he could do a thing to her, A startling Bolt of Lightning struck the building.

My window had arrived. I took the moment to use his Off-Guard state and bolted straight down towards him. With the G36C, I threw it down the hall, spinning it mid-air and landing directly into the side of his head.

"ARGH! THE FUCK?!" He exclaimed, causing his guard to drop again. Before he could notice me running down the hall, I pulled out my bowie knife from its sheath; flipping its blade and holding it with the blade pointing down, I tackled the bastard to the wall.

"WHO THE HELL?!" He cried out in confusion.

"I'm your goddamn nightmare!" I whispered, inflicting terror onto him as I dug the blade directly into his back. Deliberately shanking the guy over and over again, blood began pouring to the floor all around us.

A pool of blood engulfed the soles of our shoes. I slid the Knife out as he fell to the concrete floor, lying as he tried not to shake hands with death.

"You bastard...You FUCKER!" He cried out in pain, "You-"

"AH SHUT UP!" I yelled, kicking him in his ribs, "Save your breath, you're gonna need every single one if you expect to live!"

"Your dead...Your fucking dead!" he replied back, coughing blood.

"Yeah...maybe, but It's not going to be in a heartbeat! No, I'll keep fighting if I must." I said casually, "Your buddies are dead. Infected are overrunning your Shithole of a hideout and I'm going to kill Dietrich. Guess you all shouldn't have messed with this teenager, huh?"

I turned my attention to The Witch, who remained in stationary in the dog position with her on her knees and her rear in the air. Awkwardly, I tried my best to conceal my arousal and helped her up. Something about her caught my attention; Her neck had no shock collar! Maybe Dietrich only used them to contain the Witch and, possibly, her friends as well.

I grabbed her shoulders and bringing her up. With the bowie knife, I cut her bindings off her arms and claws.

"Hey...It's ok now." I said softly, "I'm here now."

The Witch started fidgeting, anxious to see who her savior was. As soon as the bindings were off, She quickly did so. The expression of her face was immediately masked with happiness as tears of joy began trailing slowly down her cheeks. It was then that the final comforting strums of a guitar, the end of In the House felt comforting and fitting to our reuniting.

Her claws cupped my cheeks, shocked with awe that I had returned for her and her Infected Comrades. She began gasping rapidly as she quickly wrapped her arms around my head, nuzzling her face into my blood stained neck, lapping me with her semi-pink, grey tongue like a cat. Confused, I never figured this, but I'll accept it. She ceased her lapping and just rested her little head onto my shoulder, sighing in relief.

As much as I wanted to stay, I still had a promise to keep.

"Hey...Yeah...Hi again." I said nervously, "We need to go, Ok? Where are your friends?"

She grunted lightly, pointing down another section of the corridor.

"Down there?" I asked, "Ok then, Come on."

The Witch nodded happily in agreement; I gave her a hand and lifted her up to her feet.

I knew I couldn't go on without my G36C, Not to mention that I had a feeling that the dying thug behind me had a weapon on him. Walking towards him, I saw that death had already taken him. Now he lays there, On the concrete pavement, face flushed pale as he bled out. I crouched down near him and began patting his dead carcass down in hope of finding a gun on him.

Concealed within his Orange Jumpsuit, I felt a cold, metallic cylinder of a Revolver. Grabbing onto the grip, I pulled out the Revolver.

It was A Colt Detective Special .38 Revolver, I remember something about My Father showing me CEDA's Shooting range deep within the military base. This revolver was what he used as an example on How To Hold, Aim, and Shoot a gun; Probably the most useful thing he had taught me. It took .38 caliber bullets, had an amazing Carbon Steel Frame, and a V-notch rear sight with a Snubbed barrel. Amazing, simply amazing.

I noticed a button on the side, next to its cylinder; Pushing it made the cylinder pop out into my view, A simple six shooter with simply six shots. I pushed it back into alignment.

"Still fresh, not one shot fired..." I muttered, "Nice."

I pulled back the hammer and holstered it in my shoulder holster beneath my jacket; the guy must still have some bullets for it, I couldn't just go on without any ammunition. I began patting down the thug again; shuffling his jumpsuit rattled bullets somewhere buried within his many pockets. Inserting a hand into one pocket, nothing; inserting a hand into another, still nothing; inserting a hand into another pocket, finally found about 3 Speedreloader.

"6, 12...18...24 bullets in total." I stated to myself, "Good, hopefully enough to keep me going..." The Witch placed her claws onto my shoulders, gaining my attention as we stared into each other's eyes. Her settling embers and my pools of water, Fire and Water met in a comforting gaze between man and Infected. My heart began...pounding, maybe it was the sight of a Beautiful Infected girl, such as This Witch, that caught me like a moth to a fiery flame, or the fact that Both Kat and This Witch deserved better than this hell?

She smiled at me, I returned one back. Maybe It was just the fact that I was just lonely and that I wanted someone who loved me back? Zoey...Kat...Her? Maybe it was that...maybe being an Outsider really paid off after all.

Picking my G36C up and hoisting it's sling over my head, I laid a hand over her left claw, "Let's go..." She nodded as she followed me down the corridor and to her friends.

Proceeding down the corridor, there they were. The sorriest sight for sore eyes, disrespecting the cliché the Infected should act. The Hunter sat against in his cage with his back against the bars, The Smoker lightly banging his head against his cage prison, but The Tank was nowhere to be seen. I had to guess that his brute strength would release himself out of any cage.

"WOW!" I Exclaimed aloud, gaining their attention, "WHAT A SORRY SIGHT FOR THIS GUY!? But never fear, Your Savior..." I bowed, "Is here!" Standing straight, I went to The Hunter's Cage; The Hunter began screeching as my words began entering his ears, possibly annoyed.

"Hang on, Hunter..." I said, assuring his release, "Just give me a moment..." I noticed locks were placed in each of their cages. With a single hand, I pulled out my Revolver, aimed down the V-notched sights onto the lock and pulled the trigger. Recoil was exceptional to me; not too rough, and not too easy. I pulled off the lock, tossed it aside and opened his cage.

He lightly growled at me, along with a solid pat on the back.

"Sure..." I said, noticing him walking up to Witch and pulling her close, sniffing her body as If he was trying to find a certain smell on her. The smell of Violation? No, possibly like dogs, He was sniffling her as a greeting? My question was answered as soon as I saw him stroking her cheek with one hand while his other hand began strolling down the right side of her stomach.

The Hunter then pulled her close and gave her a Human-like smooch. They began making out on the spot; Feelings began getting hurt for some reason, Guess Being an Outsider didn't pay off just yet, I guess. I shook my head, trying to block out the loud savage-like saliva swapping as I shot at the lock on the Smoker's cage. Opening it, The Smoker, too, patted my back firmly as he rejoined the others.

I couldn't help, but watch the two infected couples kiss. Even the Infected can love, Maybe there was hope for the world yet. But something inside me wanted me to be with The Witch and Kat, I wanted THEIR love, Their care.

The sudden startling boom of Thunder snapped my trance; I still had a job to do and I needed their help.

"Ah-Hem! Look, I understand that you possibly care for him and all, but I seriously need your help." I stated, "I helped you all out and I expect that you all return the favor, Alright?" After hearing my expectation, the two male Infected shot me with deadly glare.

Hunter started walking up to me, growling in my face as he began pointing back, supposedly where the remaining thugs were having their Intimate Fest, unaware of the horrors that await them outside their door.

"Yeah...I need your help in...KILLING them all, Ok?" I explained, "I-My friend was...Used by one of them and I killed him AND his friend AND a few others as well! I could keep going, but there is a whole room filled with the Pigs screwing slaves somewhere above. So I ask you now, please I need your help."

Hunter continued his growls, and screeched in my face. He shook his head no, immediately; The thought of helping a human would bring him a sort of shame to him Class of Infected, But A human helping him was a totally different subject. He turned his back on me and rejoined his group.

"Whoa whoa, wait a min-" I yelled, unbelievable that He would reject such a chance, but as soon as I spoke back, He interrupted me with a loud screech.

He turned back and began screeching in my face, arguing with me as in his Infected Language. Just the random screeching started to anger me, It did.

My blood started boiling inside me; I quickly grabbed his throat, choking him. His Infected hands started squirming as he tried to get lose.

"You look here, now hunter!" I threatened, "I was Devoured, Beaten, Scarred, Heartbroken and I am sure as hell that I have broken bones inside me! I lost the people I love, I care for to this god damn Infection and I AM NOT GOING TO LET SOME FUCKING NAZI PUSH ME AROUND AND HAVE YOU ALL THROWN IN CAGES LIKE FUCKING ANIMALS!" I moved my hand from his throat to his hoodie as I slammed him against Brick supports, "YOU LET THIS GUY, THIS NORMAL HUMAN PUT YOU, A HUNTER, YOUR GIRLFRIEND, A WITCH, AND YOU FRIEND, A SMOKER, IN A CAGE AND ALLOW HIM TO USE YOU AS HIS OWN DAMN TOYS AND YOUR GIRL AS A FUCKING SEX SLAVE!

The Smoker suddenly ran behind me, but was stopped by the Witch. She knew what I was doing to him; she understood what I had to say in all this.

"I've got news for you, PAL!" I continued, slamming his back against the brick support, "I'm not going to let him...Neither should you! If you freaking care for HER, then you fight beside me! Not just for me and my purposes, but FOR yourself, FOR YOUR GODDAMN LOVED ONES!"

My convincing words echoed throughout the Catacomb-like Sub-level basement, Hunter was speechless as well as the others. My eyes stared deep into darkness of Hunter's Hood-covered eyes; A quick glance down to his neck, A collar remained around his neck. Slowly, I turned my head towards Smoker; He, too, had one.

Then the simplest of theories came to me; Witch was no trouble to keep calm, maybe she was the only one not to have one because of her un-agitated ways...but who's to know? My focus fixated back onto Hunter.

I grabbed the G36C from my shoulder, checking the Magazine, which was nearly empty, and inserted it back into the Mag slot, "Look, I don't know if it's Honor, or a hatred for the Human Race, But If so, you are NOTHING if you let them walk over you like this!" I remarked, no matter how true my words were, "Honor or just pure hate, I offer you a chance to inflict revenge and create a partnership between Human and Infected; If you decide to just walk away without the thought of having those collars off your necks, Then you're just fucking coward."

Coward? I was one to talk. I was a coward, but ever since I saw death happen in front of me, I knew that I had to step up and fight. I knew Hunter understood me once i said 'coward', something inside him had to burn with a passion to not become what he had feared, a coward.

"I have a Huntress out there..." I revealed to him, who looked at me with a surprised look beneath his hood, "I care for her. She was the reason why I fought back; THEY used her, THEY used your Witch, and you think you care for her? Then your one hell of a boyfriend! If it were me, I would fight back as soon as they laid a finger on her. Ashamed? You should be. Angry, You should be. Furious at the Nazi Prick that reign supreme over this building while Infected hordes are running amuck above, Why the hell not?"

Thinking that my words were sinking into him, I started walking away from him and towards the Smoker, Asking, "Where's the Tank?"

Smoker coughed, pointing down the hall to his right, towards a large bulk door.

"Thanks..." I said, proceeding down said hall, but stopped and said to Hunter, "Just follow the bodies, you'll find the exit if you're not going to help me."

The Witch suddenly ran towards me, following me from behind.

"No!" I protested, "Just...stay with your boyfriend, please. I don't think you should be around when The Tank and I tear every convict and thug in this building apart."

The Witch stopped as I continued heading towards The Tank's Prison door; Looking at Hunter, She began whimpering and whining like a child being left behind on the side of the road; Hunter had fallen for her adorable whimpering, the guilt inflicted behind her puppy dog eyes had sunk in. He wasn't going to let the First human to show some sympathy towards an Infected and his friends and release them from their imprisonment of being slaves to a ruthless murderer.

Aside the bulk door, A lever that connected to the doors was found. Holding my rifle by the barrel in my right hand, I held down the lever, Gears and bolts turning as The two bulking doors slid open with an enormous scrape of metal. I figured the Tank wouldn't turn down an opportunity to strike revenge on those who 'Humiliated' the all and mighty Infected, He wouldn't turn down this down, not with that Pent-up rage buried inside him.

More and more wider the doors went, A siren emitted from an intercom above me.

Somehow...the siren reminded me of the school every time we had a fire drill.

School was behind me, I can't bring up old wounds, not at a time like this, But I knew in my head that I had to think, Was what I'm fighting for really worth gaining? Yes. For the lives of any Uninfected, for any survivor, for ANY Infected with any grip of their Humanity.

The bulk doors slammed open with its locking mechanism clicking into effect.

"Tank...Come on out." I said aloud, "I need your help."

The solid poundings of His Knuckle-Walking shook the ground around me. He was still able to listen to reason, instead of Hunter who intended to reach safety and ignore the chance to exact revenge to the people who abused him and his friends.

He groaned out to me, bending his muscled arms and brought his face near mine.

"I need your help." I said, "I want you to help me KILL everybody that USED you, that Toyed with you and threw you into cages like the animals you are."

He growled in anger, my words beginning to sink in.

"I WANT KILLERS WITH A PURPOSE, I WANT...PEOPLE..." I Yelled, Catching their attention as I addressed them as 'People', "...WHO ARE WILLING TO FIGHT FOR THEIR DIGNITY! TO FIGHT BACK AGAINST THESE RAPIST FUCKS, LIKE I DID WITH A GUN IN MY HAND AND A KNIFE IN THE OTHER! YOU ARE KNOWN AS INFECTEDS, WELL I GOT NEWS FOR YOU ALL!

"I...SEE...PEOPLE! PEOPLE WHO COWER IN FEAR, WHO RUN WHEN THEY'VE BEEN ABUSED!" I hollered, my words echoing and dying off throughout the sub-level, "Look...I was just a normal guy. A guy who wanted love, who wanted someone to care for him. Ever since I woke up in a god damn utility closet, I had seen nothing but death, death and more death! I saw the girl I used to care for turn right in front of my eyes; Did I kill her? No...Instead I hurt her with the grip of a gun, But I stopped because she was crying. Ever since then, I had seen nothing but Hallucinations and deception, leaving a shard trail of a shattered heart.

That was when I had to kill the Leader of a Damn Gang with my bare hands, Fought a tank with a Fucking Knife, and kill a few Thugs with a gun in my hands; I didn't give up!

I say, "Never Surrender!"

That's what I intend to do; Never surrender to bastards like them, to bastards out there who disrespect the smallest fragment of Humanity with Fight Clubs and Sodemey! If you want to remain as People instead of Mindless, Rage-induced Infected, Then get away from your fear and join me in earning your right to be known as 'Humans'...'Men and Women'...'People.'

So, who's with me?"

My Motivational speech ends here, leaving them the choice of fight or flight in their conscience. The Infected shred of Humanity remained silent; Dead silence was killing me, All hope began draining out of me like a puncture wound, heavily bleeding out.

It was then that The Tank grunted, gaining my full attention, and lifted his swollen fist up and over where his heart should remain. He nodded his No-Necked head in agreement. The sudden coughing from behind me startled me as a hand was placed on my shoulder. Turning my head to the left, The Smoker Patted my shoulder; He was joining my little Unity as well.

The Witch, in the distance, whined to her boyfriend, urging him to join as she was dead set on joining once she set her settling embers on my ocean blue eyes. The two started bickering, slowly getting more violent like the typical couple they were, fighting on who should do what. She started yelling, screaming in her own Witchy way; Hunter screeched, throwing random arm gestures into the air, denying his offer.

"Hey!" I called them both as I walked towards Hunter, "If he doesn't want to, let him. But If you're telling HER not to join, Heh you have no right to do so. If she wants to join, so be it. I'm not forcing anyone to join; they all joined out of their own free will. If you go, fine so be it." The Witch sighed happily as I defended her choice; I turned back towards the others, "Come on then! Let's not waste any more time then. Move out!" I hollered, glancing at Hunter one last time and leading my Team to war with Murderous thieves, Criminals, and Rapists above.

I was a soldier on a mission, I was what I had always wanted to be; Now, I had a team and my target was the Insane Nazi and his Army of Convicts, waiting for a Blood Bath.

This was going to be one hell of a Blut Royale.

Reaching back upstairs, we moved back up the stairs, some trouble with Tank for his hulking body barely fit through the doorway.

I cocked my G36C again, "Ok...Now we kill!" I stated, pacing back and forth in front of the Infected like some Army General, "I want you all to release your Inner Infected and kill any Thug or Infected that prevents you from killing said thugs, Understood? I-" I stopped my motivational speech at the sound of thick footsteps.

Hunter started walking up the steps and joined my line of Infected Troops. His appearance placed a smile on my face, "Thank you, Hunter, for joining us. As I was saying...Ahem...I want you all to do what is necessary to eliminate every Bastard you see. Remember, "Orange Jumpsuits are bad, Hearing their screams of Agony isn't!" Understand this, there are women slaves still around here and we need to rescue them as well before heading up to the Nazi, Alright?"

The Line growled in formation, agreeing with me.

"I need you all in groups; Smoker, You go with...Hunter!" I ordered, Hunter shooting me an annoyed look, "Don't give me that! Long and Short distances, If I let him go alone, Then he'll die on the spot. So, you need to protect him."

Hunter released a raspy sigh, nodding his head yes.

"Witch, Your with me-" I said, Hunter screeched at me, denied my choice, "Jesus, FINE! Witch, you're with Hunter and Smoker!"

The Witch exclaimed a grunt, thinking about my own safety. She tugged on my arm, grunting softly as she stared into my eyes in a lovingly daze. Her cute face pouting as she started whining about my choice of going at it alone.

"No, don't worry. I'm used to going at it alone, it's kinda...my thing, I guess. Just go with your boyfriend, I'll be fine." I said, denying my Loneliness, "Trust me, I'll be fine."

Hunter walked up to her, forcefully tugged her arm and pulled her away. The vibe of jealousy started engulfing the atmosphere around us as the group of, now, three re-grouped.

"...You three will be heading down that Hall..." I said, pointing down the hall behind them, "and continue heading up until you're sure that every Convict is dead or worse. If a flight of stairs are found, continue onto the other floor and keep on killing. Remember, No mercy! Now go!"

Smoker nodded as the Hunter distracted Witch from laying any kind of eye contact on me. Hunter led the group down and away from me as fast as possible, thinking that I would have some sort of relationship with his witchy girl.

Tank knuckle-walked towards me, grunting at me as he tapped me with one of his swollen fingers.

"Now...You. I need you to something better than just going around and killing." I said with a diabolical tone, "I want you to destroy everything in here. I want this place taken down to the ground, starting with the other sections of the building. I want you to go to the Battleground and destroy the buildings that house those convicts, remember how they just surrounded us when Dietrich pinned you three against me? Those buildings need to go down! Destroy their supports, the building isn't going to stand any more destruction, so It'll be easy for you to do so, Ok?"

It probably was too much to the thick headed guy, but He understood what I meant, well enough.

"D..Dddeeeesstrrrooyyy!" He said slowly in a deepened voice.

"Yeah, go on ahead, buddy!" I said, patting his veiny arm, "Do what you do best!"

He roared horribly loud, shaking the world around me as he Knuckle-ran into the semi-destroyed wall behind him and began clearing his own path outside.

Now There I was...Alone, Tired and barely armed. My team went their separate ways and I was The Lone Wolf that remained to keep his own promise. I tightened my grip on my rifle and walked down the opposite hall Hunter's team went.

The hall wasn't any different than the others, accounting the debris that fell as the storm took a toll onto it. Lightning began striking all around us, Thunder boomed tremendously, The sound of Heavy Rain pattering heavily onto the building's structure. I looked at the G36C rifle;

"Was what I'm Fighting for REALLY worth it? It had to be, Just had to be..." I said to myself quietly.

I had to keep going on with my own little fantasy turned reality. Here I am, storming down a lonesome hallway, searching for their Room dedicated to Sin. What was scarier, It was dead silent. No sounds of hammers slamming, or rapid firing of a Machine gun, not even the screams of Infected. Silence was killing my hope, my helpless hope for the many women stuck between Man's desired lust and a lethal Virus.

It all seemed helpless...until I took a left down another hall.

Blood tainted the cracked walls and floors ahead of me. Numerous bodies were found disemboweled and torn limb from limb by Infected. Horrifying as a man turned inside out, I felt disgusted, but somehow sorry for them. Carcasses of the Nightmarish creature appeared in numbers, scattered around the hall beside the usual trash. Neither I nor they expected creatures like these; Hell, I never had thought these Mutations were actually possible, but then again, a lethal strain of this Virus could do unimaginable things to man.

A trail of bloody footprints leads out and towards another corridor ahead of me; It was heading in the same direction at their room of Sin. I threw my gun around my back; walking up towards a decapitated set of legs, I began scavenged what ammunition I could get from it. Many Blood covered weapons were scattered around me; It was a waste to leave them here, but I had no choice.

Scavenging about Three clips of NATO, I stuffed them into my back pocket; Thinking they found no better use for them, I decided to pick out another weapon to use, sparing what little ammo I had with me. A Chrome Pump Shotgun was buried beneath intestine and internal fluids; something told me that whoever did this was over-compensating, relishing the moment the Infected had with this poor fool.

I picked it up, Ignoring the disgusted feeling of intestines and leuk-warm internal fluids between my fingers. Cold steel felt comforting in the palm of my hand as I gripped onto it's black synthetic stock and it's fore-end, pulling it back slightly and saw a loaded shell inside it's chamber.

"Loaded..." I said, "Good." I kept the scattergun in my hands as I followed the trail of blood down into the next hall and towards the chamber of lust and regret.

In the hall, The trail led into their Intimate Paradise. Piles of bodies and puddles of blood surrounded the door; I was worried, just the many worst case scenarios ran past my mind: What if they're all dead? What if there wasn't a living soul that survived the onslaught?

I was running on false hope. I expected far too much from their extremely low survival rate. Hordes were called into the building like an Infected Convention; anyone who stood in their way would be mowed down by them. I had to think positive, I just had to.

Slowly, I crept against the wall and towards the room. The foul smell of Waste and sweet smell of endorphin-hyping candles intertwined as each inhale made me nauseated and sick. The closer I went towards the door, the more powerful it became. My heart pounded in fear with every step I took closer towards the putrid smelling room.

I took cover beside the door, my soles imprinting into the mixture of waste and guts. I inhaled in the foul air and exhaled deeply; Quickly, I stepped out of cover and into the doorway.

Barely losing my footing, I gasped in horror.

It was pure carnage. Mass Chaos had inflicted itself onto the Thuggish Convicts. They lay naked and mutilated all over the large chamber. Bodies of Infected and Bodies of mutilated convicts were all that remain on the concrete floor; Splattered blood painted the room in a dark shade of red, grotesque internal organs randomly placed around the room, and decapitated limbs as well.

Franklin D. Roosevelt once said "Only Thing We Have to Fear is Fear Itself."

His words struck me entirely.

No survivors, just blood, entrails, and discarded Weapons were all that remained; This was my fear, absolute alliteration of human life.

"My god...I'm...too late." I exclaimed softly, "DAMN IT!" I pounded the door as It echoed throughout the chamber.

"WHOSE THERE?!" A sudden spark of hope re-lit my flame of Hope, "WHOSE THERE, DAMN IT!"

My hopes were lifted immediately; I knew somebody had to survive somehow. I entered the Chamber of Sin, Aiming the Pump Shotgun around, in case of any straggling Infected remained out of my view.

"Hello? Where are you?" I yelled, "Calm Down, I'm here to get-"

The sudden crunching of a shotgun's Fore-End came to the side of me, "Don't...M-Move!" A female voice remarked a threat nervously.

"Just calm down...I won't hurt you." I assured her.

"Rriiggghht!" She remarked, "Like how your friends said they'll help me before kidnapping me and used me as a...a WHORE! I don't think so..."

Another set of feet started coming from the side of me and behind her.

"SIS! PUT IT DOWN!" She cried, begging her to release me of gunpoint, "...Look, It's the kid! Just let him go, please sis?!"

The faint clicking of the shotgun's loose Fore-end told me she complied.

Slowly, I turned towards them; Seeing only two young semi-clothed Caucasian adults, a pair of black haired twin barely entering the early stages of adulthood. Shyly, the girl behind her armed friend grew nervous as she noticed me looking at her and her comrade, cowering behind her back.

"I'm...sorry..." The Shotgun-toting twin said.

"Don't be, you're trying to protect her. It's ok..." I reassured her of her responsibility, "Are...you two the only ones?"

"Uh..." The cowering sister spoke out, "There were about twenty-two of us...Now, it's just ten..."

"Ten?!" I exclaimed, "Thank God! I thought...I failed...Guess not!"

"Wait, What?" She quickly asked, "What'chu mean-" I interrupted her.

"Ah ah ah! Now's not the time for questions!" I said hastily, "Is anyone else armed?"

"Well..." She hesitantly said as her sister continued for her.

"Some have guns and some don't, most just rely on others to fire for them." She responded, "I TOLD THEM that they should get a gun and fire back, but no way have they done so."

"That's fine, because the halls are clear!" I said, still glad at the fact that some remained alive.

"HUH?!" The Twins exclaimed, "WHADDA MEAN?!"

Startled, I answered back, "Yeah...I cleared the path for you all, so you're all home free." The Girls looked at each other and back at me, "...I could point you to the way out of here, If you'd like?"

No more Impressed then they were flabbergasted, the shot gunning twin asked again with an extensive amount of confusion, "What th-How?! I mean their freaking Thugs and Murderous convicts...And you're just a Kid! How the hell did you "Clear the Path?!"

Honestly, I just shrugged my shoulders, concealing the Virus inside me away from public ears, "I was enrolled into...Boot camp and I learn some moves, I guess you could say...I don't know, ALRIGHT!"

"Most of us saw you being dragged back by Riggs himself with your face seriously...well...It wasn't pretty!" The cowering sister explained, "How did you manage to kill them?"

I remained silent for a second, re-thinking about what I did to the two Convicts within my Prison. The sudden uncontrollable moment of extreme protection; It felt good to inflict harm onto my enemies, even to those who lay a finger on two helpless girls, some guy had promised to keep them safe.

"Well...I...came here with others...A girl name Kat and another named Zoey. As soon as the bindings came off, I immediately promised the two my protection if any one of these bastards ever laid a finger on them." I began explaining, no matter how much it hurts to open old wounds, "Kat...was taken and...Raped by Don and Riggs..."

A gasp came from the twin behind her sister, "Oh my god..."

"When they came back..." I walked around the chamber, continuing my story, "Kat was left mentally scarred, almost in a catatonic state. There...was so much pain inside of me, even before the Epidemic. Always been pushed around, used as a fucking punching bag, always letting myself be stepped on like I was some nobody, which I was. I was an Outsider, but I cared deeply for Kat and Zoey; They were the only ones I've met that actually showed some sort of true emotion towards me."

"Is Kat better now? Where is she?" The Shotgun-toting slave asked, "And Zoey, too?"

I continued my story as I returned back in front of the Twins, Ignoring her questions, "It was then that Don declared that It was Zoey's turn. As Kat was...taken, we started developing "pitiful feelings" for each other; I figured that with all the hell that's happening, we would like something that didn't feel like death waited behind every corner. As soon as Don grabbed her arm, I just lost it! I grabbed his pistol, shot him and killed Riggs with..."

I grabbed my G36C from my back while holding the shotgun with my left hand, "...My gun's stock. Before I check on Kat, Don apparently wore a Bullet proof vest; He wields a Knife, My Bowie Knife, to be exact. He CUT Kat's arm deep, causing me to knock him straight into the wall and gouge out his eyes..."

"Jesus, Kid..." The Shotgunner said, "Deserved it anyways..."

"From that point, I led the two to safety and out of this place, safe and sound as they drove off to Mercy Hospital...and that's how I ended up here and now waiting on your go..." I said, ending my infamous story, "Ready to go?"

Jaw-dropped, The girls were astounded and yet joyful that two of Dietrich's thugs had died by my hands. A joyful vibe came into the atmosphere; I knew this will go well for all of us soon enough.

"Hell yeah, Kid!" The shotgunner exclaimed, looking at her sister, "Hey sis, go tell the girls that they're heading home, for real this time!"

"K!" Her twin cried out, jumping for joy and heading deeper into another room in the chamber. Faint chattering was heard, as well as many other voices, too. The joyful tone within the many teary, broken voices made me feel proud in helping whatever remains of Humanity.

"What is your na-" I said, only to have her take the words outta my mouth.

"Names Jenny, My sister's name is Julie and how are you, My kind Savior?" She asked in a flirty tone.

"Name's Overbeck, Alex Overbeck; Nice to meet you girls." I replied.

The look on Jenny's face appeared shocked, "Overbeck? Alex Overbeck?! Oh man, you know Sonya?!"

A familiar, yet disappointing name suddenly rang in my head; Sonya, The first girl to ever "Trick" me in this Apocalyptic World we live in; Hearing her name made me sick to my stomach, I didn't want to feel hurt again, I would put up with any sort of pain, anything but her.

"...You know her?" I said with a serious tone.

"Yeah, She talked about you before we were kidnapped; Said you tackled a Hunter out a window, seriously!" Jenny asked like a crazed fan girl, "That's freaking amazing!"

"Yes...Yes, Can we Hu-" I stopped, noticing the bunch of Barely to Fully nude women walking out as a group, some wield weapons and some cowering behind their armed saviors. They're bare bodies were..."Drenched" and covered with muck and guts, smelling foul and heinous to my nostrils.

I pressed my Index and Thumb onto my nose, "What's...uh...What's with the wicked body paint?" I said comedically.

Julie looked back at the girls and back at me, "Oh, We covered ourselves with an Infected's guts and thought that It would hide us from a Horde. It worked, but now fear that they'll catch onto us if we tried anything an Infected wouldn't do, so we stayed here, until we had the courage to move..."

"R..ight...and It works?" I asked casually.

"Well we're alive, aren't we?" She said sarcastically.

"Right...Well follow me them. I'll lead you all out, Come on!" I hollered out, gaining the slaves their attention as I headed for the door.

"Wait a minute!" A women called out, "Shouldn't we look for supplies first?"

I stopped, "What?" I asked; thinking about what she said, she was right. If these women are to survive out there, they'll need First-Aid, Weapons, Protection, etc. How easily that had slipped out of my mind, Guess I had taken more damage than these girl that I wouldn't need First-Aid. Broken Bones, Cuts and Bruises, Scars; My Ego figured I was Invincible at this point, but my mind told me otherwise, If I bled, I can be killed.

"Your right..." I agreed completely, "Do you know where such supplies are?"

"Um..." She muttered shyly.

"Ugh...She doesn't know!" Another woman complained.

"Don't waste his time as well as ours, Lela!" Another voice hollered another hurtful comment, suddenly the entire group jeered at her, sending her painful taunting toward her. Seeing this reminded me of when I was in High School, This weird sense of Deja Vu overcame me.

"OK, ENOUGH!" I yelled, defending Lela's self-esteem, "Look, if you know, then just say it; If not, Don't worry about it. I'm sure that you all will do fine out there without it. So do you?"

"Yeah...Actually." She said nervously as she walked out into the open and towards me, "I...can lead you there...If you'd like?"

A Pink-highlighted short haired Asian girl came walking out into the open, appears that she was no older than eighteen or nineteen. Her beauty caught my eyes; her curvy body along with her busty chest being held behind her ruined underwear sparked my Libido, But knowing me, I remained the Gentleman I was and kept my "Weapon" Holstered.

"So...Lela, Is it?" I asked, "You know where it is?"

"Yeah...I do." She replied shyly, "...And I would love to show you...Uh Alex, Right?"

"Yeah, well lead the way then." I said, holding out the Shotgun for her, "Take this, then."

She gently pushed the gun back, "That's Ok!" She responded quickly, reaching for the back of her Panties, "I have this." She pulled out a Glock 18 and held it out and into view.

Stunned at such a weapon, I complimented her, "Nice, Guess you can handle yourself then. Lead the way, Lela."

Lela glanced back at the group, sticking her tongue out at them playfully; I led her out of the chamber, "Watch your step, Lela." I said, offering her a hand over the pool of blood and entrails. The crowd of Femme Fatales followed us as we traversed back out into the horrors within the halls.

"Where to?" I asked Lela.

"If I remember correctly..." She stated, "Down here!" Pointing down the hall straight of the Chamber of Sin, We continued down with the crowd of women following us.

The hall was as worse as the other halls, Bloody and Filthy as before. Bodies of the inhabitants littered the hall with discarded weapons and empty bullet casings. Bodies of the Infected, too, littered the hall as well, but seem rather fresh?

"Wait." I said, kneeling down beside an Infected.

"What's wrong?" Lela asked, waving her hand towards the crowd, signaling them to stop.

"These...wounds. They don't look old, instead they look fresh..." I answered her, Puzzled whether this Infected died by Hunter's group and that they were somewhere near our location, "A friend's nearby...I think."

"Really?!" Lela replied with a heap of relief, She, not only met the one person who had saved her and her fellow slaves, he had friends within the complex fighting the good fight, "Where are they? If you know..."

I stood back up, "I have no clue, and all I know is that they're around here...Somewhere." I answered her, "Continue, Please?"

She continued on down the hall, anxious to find the supply room somewhere within the complex; She wasn't too sure for herself, Remembering it was as feeble as a lost memory. She was too caught up in impressing their Teenage rescuer then worrying about the group's safety; Alas, She knew, but only to go off on theories and guesses.

She began heading down a hall down her right, proceeding without a word coming from her. She began looking frantically through the hall before only accepting that she had them lost because of her own pride.

"Lela? You alright?" I asked her, who appeared frightened.

"Uh...UH...Um..." She stuttered tremendously.

A voice behind me yelled, "We Lost or something?!"

Another cried in panic, "LOST! WE CAN'T BE LOST!?"

Julie's reassuring voice eased said panicking voice, "Don't worry, I'm sure Alex will lead us out, EVEN if we are lost, Ok?"

Aside from the bickering behind me, I asked Lela once more, "Lela, What's wrong?" She turned to me with a disappointing face on her, "...You don't know, do you?"

She shook her head slowly, "I-I...I-I'm sorry, Alex...I just wanted to-" Suddenly her sentence was interrupted by a loud bang echoing through the halls.

A sudden shrilling scream followed along with the loud bang. I had known that scream anywhere, It was The Witch. Hysterical Crying started coming from an unknown section of the Complex, Hearing it worried me immensely. I didn't like the fact of losing another comrade because of my actions; It was my fault that we split up and now regret was all I was beginning to feel.

"You hear that?!" A random woman yelled out.

"OH GOD, IT'S A WITCH!" Jenny yelled, aiming her shotgun down the hall behind her, "GIRLS, TAKE AIM DOWN EACH HALL!"

"WAIT!" I hollered, receiving the many faces of Battle-faced women, "I'll deal with it!"

Jenny quickly looked at me with confusion, "WHAT?! Ok, I'll believe you killing these bastards here, But A Witch?! Clearly, your ego is way too big for you, you need help!"

"No I don't!" I said, storming down through the bare naked women and down the hall, "BECAUSE I KNOW HER...AND SHE KNOWS ME!"

"WHAT DO YOU-And he's gone" Jenny exclaimed, "COME ON, LADIES! FOLLOW HIM, HE CAN'T DO IT ALONE!"

Her words echoed down the hall and to me, there was no talking them out of it. Jenny's Hard-Headed words of motivation influenced them into coming with her, no matter the danger, these women would follow Jenny and Julie into the Hallway of Hell with no chance of talking it over.

"WITCH, WHERE ARE YOU!?" I yelled concerningly, "I'M HERE, SAY SOMETHING GIRL!"

The Witch's cry of fear continued to echo around, my voice had done the same. If I were to reach her, I had to find her myself and fast. Storming down the hall as The Storm itself rumbled muffled outside the Building, Her cries were getting more and more closer as I continued down straight. Her cries began rekindling my memories of Alice McCaffery; just her pitiful cries of Pain I had inflicted onto her with my pistol back within my School.

"WITCH! SAY SOMETHING!" I yelled to the top of my lungs, "PLEASE, SAY SOMETHING!"

"HHHHHEEEEEELLLPPP MMMEEEE!" The Witch cried painfully as she cried out her first understandable words.

The sound was extremely close now; With the Chrome Shotgun in my hands and The ladies following me from a Distance, I had an upper hand against any assailant She had encountered.

Only a sharp left turn was available, I took it. The Sudden force of a Grey mass of beauty had ran towards me, knocking us both down, slamming my head onto the concrete flooring. Muffled cried were heard coming from my chest. Stun in a daze from the concussion, I didn't need complete awareness to know who it was; It was Witch.

"Ugh...Hey Girl...Jeez, you could knock me over harder?" I groaned, softly patting her Semi-blackened red hair, "Wait...Where're the others?"

She lifted her head from my chest, and weeped louder in my neck.

"Well? Taken, Killed, What?!" I groaned louder, "Taken?"

She nodded with her head still nuzzling my neck; trails of tears came down from my neck to my blood-dried shirt. She wrapped her arms around my head, she was horrified. Fear had struck her deeply; My guess was that as soon as Hunter and Smoker were taken, it was hopeless in trying to save them, so she ran crying. Then came the thought of leading whoever took them directly towards my group, But who's to say I blame her; She was frightened horribly and panicked at the sight of the capture of her friend and boyfriend.

The faint turned loud footsteps of the group finally caught up with me, But to an extreme result.

The crowd shrieked in terror. The slaves began panicking that what they saw was the death of their savior...and their ticket out of their hellhole.

"SHH SHH! Stay...Q-Quiet..." Julie hissed, warning the others who hadn't noticed my so-called death as she herself tried to hold back her tears.

"Quiet for What?!" I hollered.

The entire crowd jump back startled.

Jenny remarked, "Alex! We thought a Witch killed you!"

I quickly, but gently moved Witch off of my body, "Yeah Yeah Yeah, My Friend's Boyfriend's in trouble!" I explained, "Witch, Stay with them and KEEP THEM SAFE!"

The Witch didn't say much afterwards; she nodded yes. I didn't wait any longer; I hurried down the hall Witch had run down and towards whoever took her friends. I had to leave Witch with the others, she or They would protect one another, But some part of me questioned my decision. I had left an Infected that only knew me with a bunch of frightened women with weaponry that would literally cr0wn a witch. It wasn't my smartest choice, but I had to trust them in not shooting Hunter's witchy girlfriend.

I stormed down the hall like the make-believe soldier I was; With Objectives changed, It was war and plans had changed; A couple of my men were down and I had to save their asses from hostiles. Gripping the Shotgun tightly, I sprinted down the hall, remaining vigilant with every step I took. Upon reaching the end, A sudden click came to my right ear.

"Take another step, Asswipe!" A disgustingly vigorous man remarked, "I dare ya!"

Stopping in my tracks, I was held at gunpoint by one of Dietrich's goons. He ordered me to slowly turn around; Complying, I began hearing commotion in front of the rugged thug. Hunter and Smoker were hogtied behind him by his thuggish buddies; laughing at my capture, They started threatening to kill Hunter and Smoker with their weapons. I saw that they had Shotguns; A double Barrel and a Spaz-12, an Oldie and an advanced piece.

Both meant to spread tremendously.

The Brute in front of me snatched the shotgun from my hands and threw it onto the ground before proceeding with my actual weapon slung over my head and shoulder.

"Nice piece, Overbeck...Shame for you, it ain't yours on more!" He said with an evil grin on his face, laughing at my pitiful attempt to save a comrade, "So...Where the ladies, huh?"

"Don't know what you're talking about." I reassured him, trying to fool the bastard into believing in my lie.

"Don't give me that shit!? We heard you talking to them before and we KNOW you're trying to let them free." He returned, "But that isn't going to happen anytime soon now, is it?"

Three against one with a gun to my head; My odds weren't entirely good, But I knew I went through hairier situations before. Frank...Job...The Tank...The Blood Battle outside and now this guy, I won't lose to this guy, No way in hell am I.

"So what's it gonna-" He said, but was abruptly interrupted by something entirely unexpected. His eyes went rolling to the back of his skull as he felt life suddenly taken from him.

My Heightened Reflexes had kicked it as I heard a sudden bang echoed down the hall. Blood began spewing out from the side of his head; A total gush of pure red blood sprayed out and into the air beside him. As the world around me slowed dramatically, my own personal view on "Kill Cam"; I looked down to the source of the sudden slam of a Pistol's Hammer.

In the bare open, It was Lela, holding up her G18. She had saved me from gunpoint, and possibly my death. A faint sight of smoke came from the barrel of her gun as she smiled with the sight of assisting me; Her grin was both menacing and yet gracious, It was as if she had never fired a gun, let alone kill one of the Nazi's goons with her piece.

I looked at the two above their hogtied hostages, both jaw dropped and startled at the sight of their thuggish friend dying as he dropped to the floor, limp and lifeless. In a flash, I reached into my jacket and towards the revolver the goon in front of me hadn't known about. With a grunt, I flicked the revolver out and unloaded the entire six shots into both, Three bullets for each of the two scumbags ahead.

The two dropped lifeless onto the ground, their weapons clanked as their metallic forms were dropped carelessly onto the ground; The utter silence filled the air as I took a deep breath and slowly exhaled, Re-entering the world in its normal speed. Hunter and Smoker remained on the filthy, blood filled floor tied and gagged with duct tape.

"Hang on, guys." I said, assuring them of their safety.

I walked towards the two; crouching down and pulling out my Bowie Knife, I untied Smoker first, then Hunter, who let out a growl, possibly thanking me. The two got up; Smoker patted his clothes down with coughs galore; Hunter felt his wrists, feeling the rope burn taking effect.

He looked at me, walked directly in front of me and growled even louder, gaining my utmost attention. A series of growls came to me, sounding more and more violent than the last.

"What?" I asked plainly.

He sighed raspily, then another wave of growls came with both eyes covered by his hands, acting as if He was crying. I figured out who or what he was trying to imitate, I knew now that he was looking for his girlfriend. Honestly with a girl like Witch, I'd be worried for her too; She was scared out of her little mind and was in dire need of comforting.

"Witch! Oh she's down..." I exclaimed, pointing down the hall, but only to have my sentence die off as Hunter ignored whatever I had to say afterwards, "There."

Hunter started walking down the hall in a violent manner. I had a bad feeling about his body movement, something inside me told me that he was enraged, was it Witch? Was it the fact that the most Dangerous and Powerful of the entire Infected had showed cowardice? The fact that she had abandoned her friends in the midst of battle proved that she was a Witch going against her own status quo, showing her fearful actions and running away didn't go well for her boyfriend.

I didn't like the bad vibe I received from his, neither did Smoker. I left Smoker, who reached out to me in attempt to stop me, behind as I tailed Hunter; If my gut was right, I had a feeling that Witch's relationship with him is going to experience one hell of an argument.

In the far distance, I saw witch, surrounded by the former slaves, with open arms and tears as she saw Hunter released from his personal bondage. Hunter, who was entirely furious towards Witch, Growled and screeched directly to her. Witch's arms slowly lowered down in sadness, seeing how she figured out why He would be enraged. She figured out why, He didn't appreciate her running away; She started growling back with a much lowered tone to the point of voice break.

Even from where I was, I could see streams of tears coming from her orange embers, contradicting each other. Hunter echoing screech reached down the halls; I had never seen someone as Heartbroken as her, Let alone see someone crying in a Lover's qurral. It honestly broke my heart to see someone hurt a person of the opposite sex; Hunter was sending hurtful messages through screeches and shrieks and here I was allowing it to go one right in front of me.

The Women ahead stared at Witch as she broke down into tears. Hunter was reaching closer and closer towards her, It had to come to my attention that Fights like these had to usually end up with abuse; I mustn't let that happen, not to her.

Hunter had reached the end, with me only a few feet away from him; He started screeching in her face, scaring the slaves as they literally jumped themselves away from the fighting couple. The Witch, with her Helpless self, took every threat and yell Hunter had in him; Her head began lowering down in guilt, Her red hair burying her face, hiding the tears behind her bangs.

Hunter suddenly started to get physical, pushing her back as he continued to scream bloody threats at her for the way she acted, doing his own way of putting her back into her place. I didn't know what was wrong with me, but I felt hurt inside, Pain was growing inside me like a wound that can never heal. My heart ached at the sight of his abuse, I felt pity for her.

Hunter let out a final screech as he...delivered a fist full of claws directly into her arm; Witch cried out in pain, grasping tight onto her wound as the blood seeped through her claws. He continued to screech out directly towards her as he delivered another fist full of claw directly onto her chest, just above her breasts appeared three slash marks going diagonally down.

He delivered her punishment; we just stood there as they continued on. Some urge inside me forced me to move on; It was the sense of justice inside me that told me, 'ENOUGH IS ENOUGH, NO MORE ABUSE!' Hunter kept on slashing his claws onto Witch.

The sense of justice was right, enough was enough. I began running towards Hunter. At the time, I felt that Women, even Infected Girls, didn't deserve punishment like this. My inner "Payne" had set in my consciousness.

The girls quickly changed their focus onto me, shooting me a barrage of disagreement at what I was about to do.

"ENOUGH!" I yelled, gaining Hunter's attention as I leaped towards him and tackled him to the wall. Quickly pressing my right arm against the back of his neck, I questioned violently, "The fuck you doing?!"

Hunter started struggling, He began answering me in a series of low growls; He was protesting back at the action I had done. He sounded like the type of guy not to be messed, but I had messed with folks like these. He was trying his hardest to scare me, It didn't work.

"I didn't release you to start abusing your girl! If that's the case, then I should've left you back there in the basement, or better yet, you could've just left! That would be perfectly fine by me!" I threatened, returning back the negative vibes he had inflected onto me.

He screeched again, turning his head towards witch, his girl who just happened to be standing right beside us as he uttered out a hurtful comment in pure English.

"BBBIIIIITTTTCCCHHH!?" Hunter screeched terribly.

Witch started tearing up again, quickly bursting into tears as she understood what he had said to her.

"ENOUGH!" I yelled, pushing his head directly into the wall, "YOU THINK SHE MEANT TO DO THAT?! YOU THINK SHE LIKED TO DO THAT?! YOU WOULD THINK THAT YOUR FRIENDS WERE TAKEN BY MEN, WHO WERE ARMED TO THE TEETH, AND THE ONLY OPTION IS THE RUN IS A GOOD IDEA, BUT YOU? HEH YOU WOULD THINK THAT DYING IS BETTER THAN COWARDICE! What would you expect from a 'Perfectly Human Girl' like her? At least she worried for you! At least, she loved you! AT LEAST SHE STILL HAD THE NERVE TO STAY WITH A GUY LIKE YOU!"

It was then that I had ticked Hunter off.

Hunter, who elbowed my ribs, had returned an elbow directly into my right cheek. The Blow knocked me back a few steps, and before I knew it, He had tackled me to the floor.

"ARGH!" I grunted on impact, resulting in another concussion; In the daze, Two Hunters were sitting on my stomach. Quickly re-catching my vision from the blurred illusion, I focused on my assailant, whose claws were sharp as daggers as they came down with a whooshing slash. Instinctively, I held my arms in front of my chest and took his raging slashes.

The burning sensation of his jagged claws entering my arms filled me with the sudden regret of re-thinking about my sudden action.

Hunter started screeching in my face; The girls and Witch remained where they stood, watching my little brawl. Not Julie nor jenny, not even Lela responded with action, they just remained frightened at the sight of my brutal assault. It was as if it were the first time seeing someone like them. Smoker from down the hall started coughing violently, running down the hall to aid me.

I couldn't hold out until he reached me; Gritting my teeth, I moved my arm away from my chest, Cocked it back as the feeling of Hunter's claws entering through my shirt for the first time, and delivering a right hook into his face. The force knocked him off, I was free. Quickly, I jumped onto his chest and started returning the pain he had done to me.

"FUCK YOU! I HAD YOUR BACK BEFORE IN THAT BLOOD BATTLE; DON'T MAKE ME FUCKING REGRET IT BY KILLING YOU!" I threatened, continuing my blows into his face.

He slashed his claws into my face, digging his bloody claws into my skin, leaving a fresh scar leading from my lower right side of my neck up and over my right eye, stopping at the top right of my forehead. Very little blood quickly splattered onto the floor around us, But this pain was nothing; I continued on punching his All Ready bruised and flesh torn face.

Somehow as fatigued as he was in desperation, He managed to move his leg up to my chest and kick me off, knocking me back onto my back.

"Jesus..." I sighed, returning up to my feet, "Enough, Hunter."

He raspily gasped heavily, wiping his blackened blood off his face and spitting tar-like blood onto the floor. He growled with a Nod, gasping heavily again. It was then that all of a sudden Bye-gones were Bye-gones as he saw past our fight and saw reason.

He turned his attention towards Witch, who had ceased her cries as we started our little brawl; Turning to me, He pointed back a witch, moved his arm back and onto his chest with a balled fist over his 'heart', then pointed at me.

"...wha...Witch...Chest...Me, Oh!" I exclaimed, realizing what he was referring, "NO NO NO NO NO, look, I don't want you to...Break-up...with her, Just don't...FORCE her to do something she doesn't have to stomach to do."

Hunter shook his head no, looking back at Witch one last time and back at me. He remained silent and walked off down the hall with Smoker following beside him. Something told me that Hunter...never really like Witch.

Something about his saw Witch as useless, weak, helpless even. He doesn't see any kind of emotion, but hate and jealousy towards anyone outside their infected society who get even an inch close to her. He sees Witch as a burden of sorts; If she runs from situations like these, then he would refer to punishment to teach her a lesson. A Burden, such as myself, would know how it feels to be an Outsider; She was going through enough pain from her boyfriend that she should know that by now.

I felt sorry for her...

She started walking towards me, The crowd behind her followed behind her. Lela and the Twins quickly ran up to me with worried faces.

"AL! YOU ALRIGHT!?" Jenny Cried, grabbing onto my head, "Are you in pain?! Say something!?"

She started moving my head around in a sudden mix of both playful and concern.

"Ow...Yeah, I'll be alright." I said, wiping the trail of blood from my cheek, "I'm-"

"Alex, you have a deep scar; how are you "Fine!?"" Julie responded concerningly.

I sighed heavily, "Look, I don't care, Ok? Let's just go..." I started walking off down the hall. Seeing Hunter in the distance, I still felt the concern of having such a violent member in my Team.

Eyeballing the Chrome Shotgun in the mid-section of the hall, I walked towards it and placed it underneath my armpit as I pulled out my revolver from its holster, along with a Speedreloader from my pocket; Pushing the pin and releasing the cylinder, I inserted the Speedreloader, releasing fresh .32 rounds in, and pushed it back into place, clicking back the hammer as I returned it into my holster.

I grumbled, "Maybe this isn't going to work...Damnit...Fucking...bastard...COME ON DOWN, GIRLS!" Having the Shotgun in my hands, I proceeded behind Hunter, but something had me in the corner of my eye.

I looked down the hall to my right; amongst the dead thugs was a door, a door of relief and sanitation. Above it hung a sign,

"Supplies!" I yelled out, reading the sign; The feeling of over-encumbered joy from the Crowd of Gut-Coated women felt uplifting; For the first time, We were golden. I ran down the hall and towards the door. Grasping onto the doorknob and with a violent turn, I had found that it was lock.

"Crap!" I exclaimed; realizing the shotgun, a rather enjoyable moment came to, "Shotgun...against a Wooden Door with metallic Doorknob...Should be fun!" I took a step back and aimed the barrel directly onto the Knob. Pulling the trigger, the earthshattering sound of a single shell firing echoed tremendously throughout the halls around me.

The sudden recoil made me jump back towards the wall; The effective, but brutal effect of buckshot was both surprising and terrifying.

I looked at the wooden door and saw a blasted out hole where the knob should me.

"Heh...It's a real shame how so many problems could be solved with Buckshot..." I said, chuckling lightly, "Thank you, shotgun!" I cocked the Fore-End back and forth, releasing an empty shell out from the Chamber as a new shell came into place.

The faint rumbling of feminine feet came from my left as the crowd turned down the previous hall and into the right. Impressively, I grabbed the Scattergun tight and bolted towards the wooden door, Front-Kicking it open. Quickly, I took aim as I studied the area.

The shotgun trembled in my hands; I couldn't believe what I was seeing before me.

A Cornucopia of supplies, stacked against shelves among shelves against the walls around the medium sized room. Backpacks, Medical Supplies, Ammo Crates, Army Issued Weaponry, Many useful supplies that would and should assist the crowd in their escape.

The many scattered bullet casings and shells littered the floor, Something told me that previous thugs had made a Last Stand in here. I felt the wall beside me and felt a light switch; flicking it, The entire room lit up in a bright white hue from the florescent bulb on the celling. With the room now lit, I saw scattered guns on the floor as well; All abandoned by their wielders.

The abruptive cooing from behind me startled me, The Crowd of women stared in a hypnotic-like state as they scanned the room of supplies. Staring in Awe, The Twins and Lela squeezed through the crowd and stood behind me, joining the crowd in Awe.

"Well..." I stated, "Guess Lela was Right, after all. Good Job, Lela."

The excited-suppressed Asian's attention fixated on me, "Oh...Thank you, A-Alex..."

"Ok! EVERYONE, GRAB WHAT YOU NEED AND STARTED PACKING NOW!" I commanded my army of filthy women, "GO, GO, GO!" I entered first and out of the way, allowing the supply-hungry horde of females in at they raided the shelves of supplies.

I didn't want to think about myself, but even the simplest of people would have to think for themselves sooner or later. Leaning the shotgun against a bare wall, I walked towards the stockpile of Backpacks and grabbed one of my liking. A simple black Backpack, similar to my last one that stocked with Medical Supplies I had given to...Sonya.

"Sonya..." I muttered, but violently shaking my head, trying to forget her name, "Not now...Not here." I slid my lightly lacerated arm through both of the Pack's straps and opened the zipper. I began wandering around the Room like a child looking for the perfect piece of candy in an adult's candy store. Today, We experienced hell, but now we were children in this room, ransacking the entire section of Dietrich's Run-down Complex, housing thousands of thugs, possibly even more.

A shelf lining an Array of Pistols was the first thing that caught my eye. Taking a closer look, It ranged from the simplest of issues, Simple 9mm pistols, to Army/CEDA issues, the hard-hitting Desert Eagle. First up was a simple 9mm pistol; light-weight, and reliable. The gun fit in my hand, but it didn't spark my interest; I placed it back onto the shelf and grabbed the next one.

A Revolver of sorts, A .44 Magnum; Heavy-weight, yet powerful with a hellish recoil. I placed my left hand beneath it's wooden grip and looked down the iron sights.

"Feelin' Lucky, Punk?" I said to myself, hearing light giggling to the right of me. Looking towards the source, I notice the Twins staring at me with pursed lips and wandering eyes, trying to hide away from their comedic relief. Embarrassed, I placed the revolver back onto the shelve; "Far too heavy for me..."

I grabbed the next pistol, A Glock-18; Odd, Not many of these were really allowed to the public, but I had to figure that some thug had to pry this from a soldier's dead hand. The pistol resembled what Lela had; Semi to Automatic firing switch and reliable. Feeling right in my hands, I accepted it. I stuffed it into my Pre-owned backpack, I didn't favor it, but maybe someone might like this.

I couldn't risk getting encumbered with excessive firearms, so I will take what I'd favor.

The next piece of firearms was the legendary Army/CEDA Issued Colt 1911; A legend with its own story to tell in this Apocalyptic world we live in now. From all the Video Games and Movies i had watched, The .45 was favored the most, Sadly, This is no game or movie. I followed the Cliché and took it. Reaching for the revolver from its holster, I replaced it Six-shooter with the Colt and stuffed the revolver into my Bag's front pouch.

The next was certainly a Blast from History's Past, It was a Luger. Typical, It had to be Adolfo's say to have this here; A typical Axis weapon used famously by the Nazis and some by Allied forces. I didn't like its feel, but I respected its history; I placed it back onto the shelf and left the shelf, I didn't even bother with the Desert Eagle. Even I knew that I couldn't handle something like that.

Of all the weapons here, I will favor my G36Compact, no matter what.

Heading towards another shelf, A stockpile of Med-Kits were being ravaged by safety-hungry women. One way or another, I was going to get one. I slid my arm between the many breasts and gut-covered bodies as I fished out a First Aid Kit from the pile.

"Here we go..." I said, sighing with the Med-Kit in my hands as I stuffed my Medium sized pack. Proceeding to another stockpile; wandering eyes scanned the area around me as the mindless rambling of former slaves packing their essentials for safety.

Within the shelves among shelves, It remained as an abundance of useful requirements.

"Ok...Med-Kit, What else?" I muttered to myself, wondering aloud, "...Guess the usual 'stereotypical' items..." Eyeballing the line of numerous, unaligned flashlights and packets of batteries, along with the usual hardware only seen as useless by the simple minded and careless. Grasping onto a flashlight and clicking the button aside of the tightly screwed head, shining an LED beam of White through the room. I stuffed it into my pack, shoveled in two packs of 24 Duracell Double-A batteries in as well; alike most horror games, The Flashlight is the Protagonist's most trusted ally, besides the usual weaponry.

After mentally checking off Flashlights on my list, I reached for a Barely-Used Roll of Duct Tape, dropping it in my pack. Besides what I had, these were what I must care for now; I shouldn't risk becoming over-encumbered with useful junk; sure, resources are needed but are seen as dead weight to the carrier.

Behind me was a crate of ammunition; Staring at it reminded me of the Bar stocked with Blow and Masses of Metallic Death Machines. Boxes and recently rummaged-through carts of munitions surrounded it; Burying my arms through the Mass of Metal, I began scavenging deeper in search of Ammo for my weapons.

My wandering hands had grasped onto a box of .45 rounds, "There you are..." I said softly, stuffing my final item on my list. Aside the crate was a table with a dismantled M4A1 on top along with a few emptied magazines and Assault Rifle rounds; I spotted a few emptied clips of .45 beside the semi-complete rifle. Without hesitation, I placed my pack on top of the table, right over the rifle, reached in and pulled out the box of .45. One by One, I loaded a round into a single clip.

The women here were having a ball; Scavenging through numerous oversized and undersized clothes as they began chatting away like The End hadn't happened, Filling their recently owned backpacks with the bare necessities.

They were chatting up a storm; This is what was left of the world I knew before, a world where thugs had chains and murderers were sent to their demises. A world where people didn't have anything to fear BUT fear itself.

Now...They hide. No more peace, No more pity, No more...anything. One would say, "Would the world return to the way it used to be?" and think NO...But I have hope for Humanity! I believe that there is a cure, that there is a way to reverse this, to save the Infected, with or without one bullet at a time. As long as I keep fighting for my survival, I know I'll protect whoever I have to to bring a part of society back into this Hellish Nightmare.

A Blood-reddish grey figure stood at the corner of my eye, and As I looked back, I saw Witch, peering out from the right side of the doorway, staring at me with watery eyes as the pain of her scars started to take effect. Witch, Hunter, Smoker, and Tank; There was one thing that this Virus hadn't taken away from them and them only, Their Humanity.

Witch slowly moved out of her cover and started walking towards the table. Faint scrapes of bare feet were barely heard over the light roar of commotion causing slaves, continuing their scavenging. She stopped beside me, continuing to stare at me, but quickly looked at the table as I placed a full clip of .45. She stared at the clip, intrigued at what I had set down. Slowly, she extended both arms and grasped onto the clip, examining closely at the magazine in the tips of her claws.

Her head leaned to her left, then her right, the typical tell-tale signs of fascination. Slowly, she placed it back onto the table and grabbed an empty magazine; The tip of her clawed index finger and thumb dug into the box of pistol rounds and fished out a single bullet. Biting her lower lip gently, She slowly tried putting said bullet into said empty magazine. Lightly tapping the round against the top opening of the clip, struggling to put the single round in.

The bullet suddenly slipped out of her grasp, clinking off the table and onto the floor. "AH!" Witch exclaimed as she started looking around frantically for the bullet. She started moaning and whimpering faintly as she went on her hands and knees in search for the dropped .45. She crawled underneath the table, only her rear stood out from beneath the table beside my right.

My perverted eyes couldn't help themselves from looking at Witch's petite panties she had on. My arousal spiked immediately at I heard her moans and whimpers, I was slowly going to lose myself, but I knew I had to keep together. I shook my head violently and grabbed the last emptied clip and started loading fresh bullets in.

"Ahh!" Witch sighed happily as she crawled back out and stood back up beside me with the bullet in her grasp once again. She reached for the same clip again and tried again, resuming what she was doing before.

"Look..." I said, putting the half-loaded clip onto the table, reaching over for both her claws and gently grasping onto them, "Like this." Moving her bullet-grasped claws lower and slowly inserting the bullet into the magazine, "See? Easy."

We both looked at each other in sync; my cheeks ran pure red as she did the same. Again her fiery embers met with my deep ocean blue; quickly breaking out of our trance, I looked away, releasing her hands in the process.

"So...yeah, easy..." I said, clearing my throat as I resumed loading fresh rounds in the half-filled clip. In the corner of my eye, Witch looked down with a smile on her face as she continued reloading the clip correctly.

The faint clinking of new round within a clip sounded nice; now I was armed, dangerous, and well equipped. Witch had finished loading the clip as she exclaimed out joyously, holding out the clip with both claws.

"Wow! Way to go, Witch!" I said, mimicking her joyous tone as I took the fully-loaded clip from her hands.

I pulled out the Colt .45 from my holster and loaded her clip, pulling back the slide, and inserting a fresh round in the chamber. I re-holstered the pistol back in place, packed the box of rounds back into my backpack and filled the two fresh clips of .45 into my side ammo carriers.

Taking a quick look at witch, her wounds were still on her, slowly trailing blood down her arm and chest. I couldn't just let her go on with wounds like that; I pulled out my Med-Kit from my pack, "Hey...Uh...come outside with me?" I said nervously.

She nodded, following me outside and away from the 'Eager-to-Leave' slaves.

The Hall remained dead silent. Not a sound from neither Infected, nor thug; only the sound of heavy rain outside the complex. Walking past the two recently dead thugs and down the hall, I stopped and went onto my knees, unzipping my Med-Kit, "Uh...Kneel here, please?" I asked, pulling out a small bottle of Peroxide and a small rag. Witch slowly bent down, her breasts dangled behind her ruined bra as she went on her knees, all which were in my direct line of sight.

"Ah-hem...Ok then..." I said nervously, unscrewing the bottle top and hovered it over her arm. I tilted it far enough for a good amount to pour out and onto her, splashing on impact. Suddenly, Witch jumped back in a stinging pain caused by the hydrogen.

"Look, I know it strings, but it'll pass...see?" I reassured her, pointing out the forming disinfectant bubbles on her arm, "See...Nothing to it!"

Witch looked down at her arms, surprised at the sight of harmless chemicals eliminating whatever has entered her infected body. She gasped, smiling at the sight of bubbles trailing down her arm, increasing its intensity. Grabbing a small rag from the Kit, I moved my hand closer towards her arm, wiping away the excess liquid; I grabbed a few sheets of dressing from the kit and hovered it over her arm.

"This might hurt a bit...So brace yourself..." I warned her, who bit on her lip nervously.

I gently pressed the dressing down onto her wound. Witch squirmed violently, trying to bear the pain as much as she can; She suddenly let out a quick yelp out in pain, that may have alerted someone within the Storage room. I winced at the sound of her yelp, something about it...made me not want to hear it again; So in effort to prevent her from doing so, I tried calming her down in a way I can.

"Shh Shhh Shhhh..." I said, trying to calm her down, "It's ok..." A Dark Red color tainted the gauze, soaking it with infected blood. Quickly, I grabbed the wrapping bandages and wrapped it around her arm. "Be lucky that these wounds aren't deep, otherwise this would end horribly for you AND me. WHY? Maybe I just don't like needles, Maybe I just don't like doing things that I could entirely screw up, OR maybe I just don't like hearing...you scream in pain..."

Witch looked at me, understanding what I meant. I looked up at her, staring directly into her eyes.

"D-Does he always do that to you?" I asked.

She nodded, looking down to her right, biting her lip gently as it trembled in sadness.

"Well, you don't deserve that...Not at all." I reassured her of her actions being acceptable, "What you did was completely normal, Ok? Just screw what Hunter thinks, Ok? If you want to run, then run and hide. That's fine by me, why? Because that's what a normal HUMAN girl would do, that's why."

She quickly had her full attention on me, a smile slowly growing on her face. Seeing such a smile like her's would bring any man happiness; such comfort to sooth a wound that could not heal.

I grabbed the small roll of wrapping bandages, pulling roughly out the beginning and slowly wrapping her wound over, concealing her wound.

"Ok then...Next!" I exclaimed, quickly changing the topic and focusing onto her wounds, "Now...Uh...This one." I looked nervously directly towards her chest's wound, just above her left bosom, "Ok...how the hell am I gonna do this?" I wondered aloud, looking back over my shoulder and reaching back for the small bottle of Peroxide.

The sudden faint sound of snapping questioned me; As soon as I had the bottle in my hands, I quickly moved my head back, only to see Witch unhooking her bra. Her 'D-Cupped' Breasts sliding down the bottom of her Brassier, lightly bouncing down and sparking my arousal immensely.

"ACK, I-YOU DIDN'T NEED TO DO..." I hollered out to Witch, who completely ignored my protest, "...I could've...just..."

My words slowly trailed off at the sight of Witch slowly crawling closer and closer towards me; Thinking that She was trying to help me help her patch her wound, Even I knew this was something more than what I had thought.

I gulped loudly, trying to swallow the nervousness back into my stomach, "OK...So...uh...Here I go..." I spoke out nervously, hovering the bottle over her wound and tilting slowly the bottle around. With my nervous state, I appeared to pour a tad bit too much onto her wound; Cool liquid slashed down hard directly into her wound and down between her lovely breasts, trailing down her stomach.

The cold feeling of peroxide startled Witch entirely, jumping directly towards me with another yelp, but with more exaggeration as if she intended to. Her grey, boney arms wrapped themselves around my body, causing me to drop the only bottle I had as she squeezed me towards her busty chest. As if she was trying to do so, my arousal was brought up entirely; I was, at least, thankful that my jeans acted as a barricade for my 'stiffed side-arm.'

Her body started motioning up and down my chest, her erect grey nipples stabbing me through my thin shirt; I closed my eyes, trying to fight the urge to purge my sexual ways onto her.

"N-Not now..." I huffed through our heated foreplay, causing Witch to whine in confusion, lifting herself away from my chest, "Please...not right now...Later, Ok?!"

Witch's whine quickly changed into a giddy squeal in joy, bringing her chest back into mine and crushing me slightly with her thin, yet unbelievably strong arms. My body started to tremble in pain at the amount of force she was putting in out embrace, thinking that I would be split into halves because she cared for me a little too much.

"O...k..." I grunted, barely with any breath in me, "Your crushing me a bit, girl..."

"Ah!" She exclaimed, completely underestimating her own strength; she quickly released me, allowing me the gasp for air with much exaggeration.

"So...That's 'Tough Love'..." I said comedically, "Wow..."

Witch chuckled lightly, with a small smile on the corner of her beautiful lips.

"Ah-hem...Well now..." I said, grabbing, what seemed to be the last piece of dressing, from the kit and the roll of wrapping bandage, "Let's get this over with..."

A few minutes had passed, Jenny walked out of the room with my Chrome Shotgun in her hands, "ALEX!" She hollered, "Al-Oh there yo-" She stopped as soon as she saw me with my head extreme close towards Witch's bare chest, Re-hooking her bra.

"Oh hey..." I said plainly, Witch greeted back with a wave of her claws towards Jenny.

"Uh...What're you doing?" She asked, staring at me, flabbergasted.

"Well...I'm doing her bra." I responded causally, "...because I just finished patchin' her up."

"Why?" She replied back, questioning my pointless action.

"You saw what Hunter did to her...I can't just go on knowing that She's hurt, It's just not me..." I returned, "Is everyone ready to leave?"

"Yeah...You two?" She asked back.

"Um..." I uttered, checking Witch out for any missed wounds. Witch playfully posed sexually, purring sensually as she lifted her arms behind her head, "Oh Ha, Witch...Yeah, we're ready; Can you giv-"

Jenny ran back into the room before I could finish, grabbed my pack from the table. From outside the room, Jenny's voice projected the true voice of a leader, announcing their departure from the dreaded hellhole that was their prison.

"OK EVERYONE, WE ABOUT TO LEAVE NOW! GET YOUR SHIT, LINE UP AGAINST THE WALL AND LISTEN TO WHAT ALEX HAS TO SAY!" Jenny announced, eager to leave herself.

As Jenny exited first, One by one did the others, followed by Julie and Lela, who came out with weapons willing to put the hurt on any passing infected that would pass them. All lined up against the wall; now was my time to shine, to announce our 'Final Push' towards freedom.

I got up from the floor, patted the back of my pants down of dirt; Offering a hand to Witch, She grasped on as I yanked her up off the floor and towards me, burying my arm between her breasts.

"Go ahead, Al." Jenny said, putting me on the spotlight.

"Ok...Ah-hem...LADIES, WE ARE ABOUT TO PUSH ON AND PUSH HARD TOWARDS YOUR WAY TO FREEDOM. YOU ARE ALL WELL ARMED, WELL STOCKED, AND ABOVE ALL...STRONG, BRAVE WOMEN!" I hollered out, pacing in front of them as a Drill Instructor with Witch by my side, "YOU ARE ARMED, USE THEM! IF YOU'RE AFRAID, DON'T BE, BECAUSE LIKE IT OR NOT, A GUN'S GOING TO BE THE THING THAT SAVES YOU, IN DESPIRATION AND AGAINST THE HORDES! DO NOT BE SCARED...AS THEY SAY, THERE ARE STRENGTH IN NUMBERS, BUT THAT SAYING IS A DOUBLE-EDGED SWORD; DON'T ALWAYS RELY ON YOUR FRIENDS! IF YOU WANT TO SURVIVE, THEN FIGHT BACK! I DID..." I paused for a moment, allowing the feeling to sink into them as I relished my continuation, "...AND TOOK SOME DOWN, TOO!"

The lined group of females cheered on my accomplishment, hollering and clapping for me.

"Alright...calm down...LOOK, IF YOU FEEL THE NEED TO GO OUT AND FIND YOUR RELATIVES, LOVERS, ANYONE, THEN GO ON, BUT ALWAYS HAVE A PARTNER! YOU'RE VULNERABLE ALONE, ALWAYS REMEMBER THAT! LASTLY, AND MOST IMPORTANTLY, DON'T PANIC! WHEN THE ODDS ARE OVERWHELMING, DON'T PANIC! ALWAYS KEEP A COOL HEAD, BECAUSE A TERRIFIED SURVIVOR IS A DEAD SURVIVOR...Alright?"

The crowd remained silent, but with the looks on their faces and their grips tightened on their gun handles, I knew they understood.

"Alright...Now I don't expect any of you to actually fight for the first time now..." I said at a low roar, "and I don't blame you. Seeing something running at you with screeches and shrieks can be terrifying, but that doesn't mean that they can't be killed. SO LOCK AND LOAD, LADIES, AND LET'S GET YOU ALL HOME!"

The crowd cheered on, cocking their weapons, and fastening their backpacks tight against their backs. Walking up to jenny, I grabbed my bag from her and handed it to Witch, who instictively hoisted it onto her back. I grabbed onto the Sling of my G36C, tugging hard onto it and bringing the medium weighed rifle in my hands, pressing the magazine release and reloading a fresh clip from my back pocket.

The loud clicking of the Cocking Lever behind pulled back sounded amazing as a fresh bullet entered the chamber; I grasped the gun firmly in my hands as I led the group down the hall we came through and down towards the Right, hoping that Hunter had some modesty to stay behind and join us, but alas, The pouncer and his Smoking buddy were nowhere to be seen.

Walking down the lonesome hall reminisced the halls of my school, abandoned and littered with the dead. The sight of the deceased and mutilated concerned me, but I knew that It wouldn't be a fate for the group of women behind me. My speed increased into sprints as I hurried down the hall of decay; The women were eager to leave, so was I of relieving them of my protection.

As the storm outside raged on, I could feel the atmosphere around us become invaded, eliminating the stuffy air with the cool breeze of the storm's violent wind currents.

"You feel that?!" I hollered out towards the group behind me.

"AIR!"

A couple of former slaves hollered out, causing one hell of a commotion, all chattering about the sudden change. The sudden uproar started to concern me, as well as the Infected-less narrow hall; Not one infected stood in our way as we ran down the narrow hall of the dead, it was too good to be true.

"Stop! STOP!" I barked out, ceasing the crowd of joyful slaves of their joyous celebration, "Something isn't right..."

Jenny, separating away from the group, walked up from behind, "What do you mean?"

"I mean...Look, where are the Infected? Where are the blood thirsty hordes?!" I asked, exclaiming out my concern with high expectation, "WHERE THE HELL ARE THEY?! This doesn't seem right, don't you think so?!"

Jenny started scanning the area, suddenly understanding what I meant. She took aim with her Chromed Shotgun and stood close to me as I did the same with my G36C.

"Witch, get behind me." I whispered to her.

She didn't question why with a groan or whine, but did it without hesitation; She, too, had a feeling that something was wrong.

"Follow me..." I said to Jenny, slowly bolting down the hall with Witch and towards the wall. Jenny, too, did the same; maintaining a close distance by my side, We encountered a corner, leading only down to the right, straight down from the source of the refreshing breeze from the plain opening of the main entrance.

Peeking over the edge of the sudden turn, I carefully scanned the area; Just the plain hall leading directly towards freedom.

"Alex, See anything?" Jenny asked quietly.

"No." I responded casually, "...Nothing...nothing at all..."

"Seriously?!" Jenny quietly exclaimed, "Not a single Infected?"

"Yeah...I guess its safe..." I replied back, "But I still don-"

"IT'S CLEAR?!" A sudden outburst from behind me startled me; It was Julie, separating herself from the safety of the group, "COME ON, LADIES! WE'RE FREE!"

"No, Julie!" I yelled out, but was ignored by the Closet-genki girl's incompetent behavior to listen to reason.

"JULIE, GET BACK HERE NOW!" Jenny hollered out, trying to reach her sister, but was hopeless to reach her from the distance she was in.

My worries started to rise; even I could see it in Witch's face that

it was a Trap.

The hyped twin didn't seem to stop for anything; being the So-Called Hero that I was, I had no option, but to run after her before the worst happens.

"Julie! STOP NOW!" I hollered, abandoning the rest of the group behind as I bolted down after the Genki-Girl. My feet fell hard with every sprinting step I took with all the endurance I had to catch up to her. With the rifle in my hands and my eyes scanning every bit of the hall, I remained with extreme vigilance, bracing for the worse to happen at any given moment.

To me, Julie was the typical 'Stereotypical Blond' in a horror movie, Always running into the problem headfirst and not thinking of what might happen next. A childish girl that was nothing without her sister, her other half, if I may say so; the fact that if she died because of her own stupidity, then the guilt will stay with me because I did nothing to save her.

Hell had arrived.

Out of the corner of the Cross-section of the main lobby came another monstrosity, the same monstrosity I had faced before.

The sudden return of the fleshy blob of pulsating horror widened my eyes as I noticed Julie, unknowing about the creature she was heading towards.

She turned her head back and hollered out, "COME ON, EVERYONE! WHAT'RE YOU WAITING FOR!?" She was unaware of how close she was in the creature's grasp.

"JULIE, STOOOP!" I cried out to her, but was horribly too late.

The Creature's gaping maw had opened wide, releasing the thousands of veiny tentacles onto her feeble body, wrapping themselves around her neck and torso.

"AAAHHH! HELP ME, ALEX! PLEASE, HELP ME!" She cried out in horror as she was helpless to do anything to save herself as the creature slowly drags her closer and closer towards its mouth, "ALLLLEEEEXXXX! HEEELLLLLPP! I'M SORRY, I'LL LISTEN NEXT TIME, PLEEEAAASSSEE!"

Her screams filled me with regret as soon as she was too close to it's Maw. Her body was engulfed inside it's bloody red interior with the millions of tentacles latching onto her, sucking onto her skin and draining her blood, slowly and painfully.

Jenny, from a distance, cried out at the sight of seeing her sister being devoured by the terrifying beast.

"NOOOOOO! JULLLIIIEEE, NOOOOO!" She cried out as she began bolting towards the monster, but was held back by a depressed Lela, who shed tears for their 'fallen friend.'

Just the echoing cries of sorrow filled the hall, along with the wet, gurgling of the creature, breathing raspily as it takes in its latest host. I knew she wasn't lost, not yet...and I needed to get her out now.

"GIVE HER BACK TO US!" I cried out in a broken voice, holding up the machine gun to my shoulder and releasing a barrage of NATO onto its bullet-sponged body, completely devouring my ammunition. The hollow metallic shells fell to the floor, numerous clinking emitted as my magazine's ammo count quickly diminished.

"Kill..." Jenny muttered.

"Jenny..." Lela said, trying to comfort an aggravated twin, "Don't worry...Alex will make it pay."

"KILL IT, ALEX!" Jenny barked with a broken voice as she cried for her loss. Jenny's sudden need of justice was all that came to her, she wanted the beast to pay for what it's done to her sister.

The sound of rapid-fire filled me with all the motivation I needed, just the slamming of lever as emptied casings ejected through the side; The flashing light of the muzzle lit the dimly-lit area with every bullet that came whizzing out of the barrel.

The cocking lever pulled back automatically, an emptied clip.

I tossed the rifle aside and stormed through the hall, towards the beast itself; My right hand reached straight towards my jacket's knife holster. Grasping tightly onto its handle and unsheathing the blade, I flipped the blade backwards, holding it with the blade pointing out as I cocked my arm over my head and readied myself to begin cutting.

The foul stench entered my nostrils as I grew closer and closer towards the beast. It's enlargened pores started seeping out Julie's blood, just before spraying quarts of blood all around its surroundings. The spray of her blood felt warm as it slowly began tainting itself black with its mixture with the virus fused within its healthy red color.

"NOOO!" Jenny cried out as the sight, breaking down even more than before, "JULIE! ALEX, DO SOMETHING, QUICK!?"

The crowd began screaming out at the sight of darkened blood, spraying out around us.

"OH GOD!" One cried out in disgust, cowering behind another.

"Jesus! What the hell is that thing!?" Another exclaimed aloud.

"Come on, girls! We gotta help him!" Another suggested, taking aim with a pistol.

"Don't! You might hit Alex!?" Lela protested, "Just...Let him do what he does best..."

"RRRAAAAAGGGH!" I cried out, bringing down the knife directly into its blood moist flesh. Retracting and extracting the blade into it's flesh, I started cutting downwards, forcing its mouth to open as the blade slowly made its way down.

The familiar burst of adrenaline filled my body with unbelievable strength as I began carving the creature's vertical mouth open. Sawing my way down, jabbing the knife again and again as It's infected blood moistens its own flesh, coating it in a dark shade of red; As I progressed closer and closer towards it's end, I swore I heard the weakened tone voice of the blood-drained sister calling out to me.

"...pleeaaassseee...hhhheeeellllppp...m-mmeee..."

A blast of humid heat vented out from the large slit I had created. I grasped onto both sides of the opening and, with a blood-curdling scream, I forced open it's horrific jaws, tentacles immediately coming off of Julie's seemingly dying body and onto my arms, trying desperately to prevent its assailant from retrieving its newly gained host from it's grasp.

The sound of it's flesh squished and squirmed as it's gaping maw slowly, but progressively widened to its limit. Julie's body, with tentacles still absorbing what was left in the pale husk that was her body, was right in her sister's view. Jenny, from a distance, was completely broken as she slowly tried to accept her sister's fate, weeping on her knees and begging for the end to stop.

"JUST KILL IT!" Jenny shrilled out in a cracked voice as her tears continued to drop.

I didn't comply with Jenny's order; I had a feeling that Julie MIGHT still be alive and savable from an untimely fate. It's newly made mouth was stretched to each of it's sides; Julie's body began to dangle out, covered in muck and slime along with the few hundred tentacles trying to reel her back in.

"NOT THIS TIME, NOT HER!" I grunted aloud, quickly releasing my grasp on it's newly made lips and onto the Twin's slimy body, tugging her out from her pulsating prison. Tentacles popped off her bare skin and Fluids poured out from the creature's insides, flooding the floor with intestinal juices and horribly mutated organs of it's previous host.

It began shrieking out it's familiar roar; The spine-shivering screams of some creature, easy to be labeled as a 'Work of Fiction' turned 'Reality.' The creature's ripped open mouth started wailing in pain, squirting blood from it's enlarged pores as it began stumbling back and towards the wall.

Julie was in my arms, snow white pale with almost every quart of blood drawn out of her body. Her eyes fluttered rapidly, trying to see through her blurred vison at her one and true savior; Her breathing was raspy with every hyperventilating inhale she took.

"Julie!" I called out, "Julie, Can you hear me?! Blink, Say something, anything!?"

Julie was unresponsive, but her eyes, looking directly at me with weakened lids, told me that she wasn't herself at the moment, but was still alive.

"HEY, SHE'S ALIVE!" I hollered out towards the spectating group, Witch not to far from my position.

Jenny, who quickly got up from her knees, bolted down towards her pale sister; Running past Witch with a sudden bump to her shoulder, Jenny completely ignored even the slightest worry that might happen to herself, all she worried for was her sister.

"JULIE?!" Jenny shrieked out in relief, "JULIE, BIG SIS IS HERE!?" Jenny quickly fell to her knees beside her sister, snatching her struggling body from my arms and into hers. Jenny's tears never seemed to cease, her heart was slowly mending itself at the sight of her sister back with her once again.

"S...S-sis..." Julie called out weakly, "I-is that you?"

"Y-Yes, stupid!" Jenny responded angrily, but relived, "It's me..."

"A-Alex...Saved me!" She said tiredly, dazing back and forth from consciousness, "He...I didn't have...P-partner..."

"Oh Julie!" Jenny cried.

"I-I wish...Alex...was m-my p-p-partner..." Julie stuttered, almost drifting asleep, "Th-That...way, H-he can p-protect...m-me f-fr-from the m-monsters...like M-mom and D-d-dad did when we were...S-small..." Julie's words died off when her weakened eyes...finally closed.

Jenny gasped in sorrow, quickly jumping to the conclusion of officially losing her sister.

"J-Ju-Julie? Julie?!" Jenny called out to her, but with no such luck of gaining a response back.

I checked her pulse on her wrist, quickly going on my own conclusion.

"Her pulse is faint..." I assured the teary eyed twin, "Your sister may be ok."

"Wait, What?!" Jenny cried out angrily, "WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY THAT?!"

I sighed heavily, "Look...I should mention that I've dealt with this thing before..." I replied, looking over my shoulder and taking one good look at the creature, lying flat onto the ground, slowly losing it's own blood, "Last time I dealt with it, It had one of the loose slaves inside..."

"W-what?" Jenny asked, shocked to hear about my previous experience.

"By the time I saved her...She told me to...Shoot her before she turns." I revealed in a low tone, "I say 'May Be Ok' because SHE might be Immune to the virus."

"Immune...IMMUNE?!" Jenny cried out in disbelief, "I CAN'T LET MY SISTER TURN INTO ONE OF THOS-"

"THERE IS A SLIM CHANCE THAT SHE MAY BE IMMUNE, HELL MAYBE HALF OF YOUR GROUP MAY BE IMMUNE! I CAN'T JUST LET YOU END HER SUFFERING WITHOUT LETTING HER HAVE A CHANCE!" I protested.

"And how do you know, Huh?! IS THIS JUST SOME THOUGHT, YOU HAVE?!" Jenny remarked back, "WHAT MAKES YOU THINK-"

"BECAUSE I'M IMMUNE!" I barked back; Silence filled the hall as the storm continued roaring outside, "Because I saw the infection take over someone in a matter of seconds before I could even have a chance of saving her! Because I saw a guy loses himself to the Raging Virus inside him, turning into a Hunter! I was Infected, then I realized that NOTHING was wrong with me, NOTHING!"

"Alex..." Jenny said, her eyes slowly widening in horror.

"AND IF YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING TO STOP YOUR SISTER FROM TURNING WITHOUT GIVING HER A CHANCE, THEN I'M NOT GOING TO LET YOU!" I yelled, slowly seething with rage at her absurdity.

"ALEX!" Jenny cried out, focusing on something much more important.

I quickly looked back, with a foul stentch filling my nostrals, at the monstrosity behind me, towering me with it's newly made mouth opened wide.

"SHIT!" I exclaimed, turning my whole body back and holding my arms up as It began sending it's tentacles, wrapping itself around my arm and neck.

The tentacles seemed more agitated than usual; our little discussion had given it enough time to recover my assault. Both of my arms were wrapped entirely as they were pulled towards it's moistened red, insides; My knife was beneath it's feet, I had no advantage to fend for myself at this point.

"ALEX!" Jenny cried out in horror as she carried her sister further away from my assailant's attack, seeing my predicament of being weaponless, "SOMEONE HELP HIM!"

The crowd was unresponsive; they were frozen in fear as they watched their 'savior' being taken in towards the creature's nightmarish embrace.

"WHAT THE FUCK!? SOMEBODY HEL-" Jenny remarked, but was suddenly startled by an ear-piercing shriek in fury. Bumping into her violently, Witch sprinted down the hall with claws spread out wide.

My body was extremely too close for comfort towards the creature; The humid heat began engulfing me yet again as it was my turn to be devoured yet again. Just the horrific shrieks of Witch's agitated voice were all that I heard as my surroundings were completely muffled beneath the creature's thick flesh. With some leverage for stepping closer, I managed to prop my arms against it's enlarged, bleeding lips, holding it back with all that I had in me.

Witch's screams came closer and closer until...

A pair of two pale, boney arms came zooming by my temporal, only inches away from my head; her claws impaled through it's thick flesh as it screeched out it's own blood-curdling scream. I was at a stand-still, literally; With Witch's brutish strength, The beast's flesh started stretching out like it was a soaked piece of paper. The sight of flesh stretching and being ripping right down into halves seemed sadistic, even for The Witch, but it would seem that once Witch is agitated, she guarantees the kill.

The creature's terrifying screech suddenly died off as Witch's arms separated it into two perfect pieces. Gallons of it's own blood sprayed outwards within the area, coating everything, Including us, with it's Infectious Blood. Each of the pieces slid off Witch's claws, plopping down hard as it twitches it's last moves to it's very death.

I slowly turned around to face the Savior's Savior, but the moment I stared into Witch's eyes, I...couldn't recognize her at all!

The moment I saw her in her agitated state within the precinct of the courtyard, the battlegrounds of the blood battle, She seemed calmed and yet still very terrifying to go up against; She was indeed easy to calm, but Now? The Witch I knew in front of me was entirely gone, as if she was an entirely different person.

The dead gaze in her eyes made me cautious; It was the first time I had seen her 'Don't mess with a Witch' look, and even then, I knew I shouldn't mess with her, or...Could I?

The Fact that she hadn't acted this way towards anyone before, especially towards Hunter, or at least I think she hasn't, made me believe that this was done because of her own reason. Hunter complained that She was an utter weakling needing to be punished into submission in order to fight against her own will, but this? This sudden act of violence towards another of her virus-induced kind was fully on her own accord.

She rescued me. She saved me, even if I was in no danger.

'If the Hero is in danger, who saves the Hero?'

"Witch?" I whispered, only taking in the only response she returned back; Raspy growling and wheezing was all Witch had to say, "W-Witch...Are you ok?"

"ALEX, GET AWAY FROM HER! SHE MIGHT-" A sudden outburst from Jenny cried out to me.

"GIVE ME A MINUTE!" I interrupted her, "Witch...You saved me..."

Witch didn't respond just her continual raspy breathing and growling. Her claws were erected, her knuckles cracking as her hands began shaking tremendously out of bloody rage; Blood slowly dripped down onto the blood pool beneath her bare feet.

"Witch..." I said softly, moving my head down further until my serene ocean blue eyes met with her flaming infernos, "...You saved me...Thank you."

My arms slowly moved up as my hands landed softly onto her smooth cheeks, lifting her head up, creating eye contact.

"Thank you..."

No words can describe our moment like this; just the feeling of humble comfort came rushing over me like a raging storm. Her raspy breathing soon died down as we gazed lovingly into each other's eyes, small tears began forming at the edges of her orange eyes.

My hands left the comforting warmth of her cheeks and wrapped themselves around her back, extending over my bloodless backpack she remained to keep on and pulling her closer towards my blood soaked chest. My right hand brushed through her reddened hair, my fingers crawling through the muck and grime within.

Through her erected breasts behind her bloody bra, I could feel her breathing heavily as she released the most saddening wail into the midst of our tender moment, echoing through the halls around us and towards the crowd, who was cautiously being led by Lela. Witch's arms quickly wrapped themselves around my back, squeezing me tighter as she buried her face into my neck, washing the infected blood away with warm, healing tears.

The soft pitter patter of the group behind witch tip-toed slowly passed us. Lela walked up towards us, but in the middle of our embrace, I motioned my left hand, telling her to keep on walking without us. In hind's sight, I saw Lela nod as she began heading back towards Jenny, who had stayed further away from the group with Julie in her hands. Lela wrapped her arm around Jenny's shoulders, leading her towards the entrance slowly.

I stared at the three passing by us; Jenny, who worse a mask of sadness, stared back at me. Even from the distance she was in, I could see the tears slowly trailing down her filthy face. Our sudden eye contact broke as she disappeared behind Witch's head.

Witch ceased her weeping, continuing with only sniffles and hyperventilating breathing as she lifted her face from my neck. Our eyes met once again; utter silence filled the center of the lobby, with only the exception of thunder booming lightly in the distance.

I combed my fingers through her hair once more, before laying it onto her teary cheek.

"Come on..." I said, "Let's go..."

Outside, The Group began scrambling themselves towards the building's parking-lot. Most were scrambling towards numerous trucks and abandoned vans left by victims, both helpless and commonly-senseless.

The cool breeze engulfed us both as we stood at the center of the door way of the entrance. Witch began shuddering, her teeth chattering violently; she quickly lunged towards my chest, burying her busty chest into my side. As the gentleman I was, I pulled open the right side of my jacket, releasing the heated warmth of my body heat into the cold stormy night.

It didn't take Witch long to realize what I was doing; A smile appeared on her face as she moved beside my warm body beneath the heavy blood-stained Army Jacket, wrapping an arm around my torso. Her erect breasts stabbed at my sides through my thin long-sleeve, spiking my arousal within the cold dead of night. I pulled the flap over her, blanketing her back entirely as the warm heat slowly entered her.

I led us towards a Run-down blue paint-faded pick-up truck which had Jenny gentily laying Julie onto the passanger's seat. Lela was joining them as she took as seat in the mid-section between Julie and the Driver's seat; The 'Middle-Man's Seat' I call it.

Lela began searching around the truck, quickly taking a double-take at me.

"Alex!" Lela hollered out, quickly sliding herself through the open door of the Driver's Seat. Jenny's attention quickly fixated onto Lela's hollering as she looked frantically for me. Jenny, who was inspecting the engine, quickly moved towards Lela, who stood in front of me.

"Alex!" Jenny cried out, bolting towards me and Witch. She stood beside Lela, who waited for another order from me, "Alex...I-"

"Look, I'm sorry about your sister..." I quickly said.

"W-What?" She responded back.

"Your sister..." I reminded her sorrowfully, "I'm sorry...I wasn't fast enough, let alone able to save her. I...I...just wish I had saved her sooner..."

"Alex...It's not your fault..." Jenny replied back, "You said that there was a chance that she may be immune, Right?"

"Yeah, but-"

"Then I'm taking that chance! I can't give up hope, Alex, and you and I know that. Hell, everyone shouldn't give up hope." She said back, "We didn't give up hope, Alex. The girls, We didn't give up hope back in that Den...Sigh...The moment...Shit hit the fan, I...I didn't want to lost my sister, nor anyone else. The Infected just...swarmed into the room, killing everyone inside...We...We were helpless. No weapon, No chance of survival, until one was...slaughtered. His gun was...was there and...I took it and...began shooting anyone I could take down. Then more of us began taking up arms and firing back."

"Jen..." I said, surprised at her courageous actions.

"Yeah...I know that we lost some people and yeah, we stayed there, holding down the fort in the chamber, but WE LIVED!" Jenny continued, "We didn't give up and decided to kill ourselves because It would seem like the end for all of us...No, we wanted to live...That's all we wanted to do. We wanted to live."

"Then you came along, Alex!" Lela added, "You came to the rescue, Why?"

"B-Because I...promised myself I would..." I said, repeating my promising words.

"We wanted someone to come to our rescue and you came...You, a teenager much less older then any of us, rescued us, a group of rebellious...uh...'slaves', with a gun in one hand and a knife in the other. Alex...You're our savior, and we can't thank you enough for doing this..." Lela assured.

"Yes, you can..." I reassured her.

"Huh?" She said innocently.

"Live..." I returned, "Live...please. Don't let your freedom be the death of you."

Silence grew between us; Jenny and Lela looked at each other, then back at me.

"Ok then. We've said our 'Thank You's, now where do you think we should be heading?" Jenny asked.

"Wait wait wait, before I say anything, how are you all going to leave? I mean, sure hijacking cars is one thing but I doubt-" I remarked, seeing through yet another obstacle awaiting to be solved, but before I could finish, Jenny walked back to the truck and bent herself inside, leaving her behind out in the open.

The sputtering of a runned down engine shot and quickly turned into a roar as the engine turned on; the sound of the roaring engine brought hope back in their escape, I now see the window of their escape opening wider and wider.

"See?" Jenny hollered out, "I know a few things you don't, Mr. Overbeck."

"I bet you do..." I replied, quickly glancing at her tattered clothed rear.

"Alex, that solves your question, now how about ours?" Lela reminded me.

"Try Mercy Hospital, Zoey and Kat are already heading over there now. And I know what you're thinking, "CEDA? No Way!" but guess what? There isn't much to go off on, ok? Mercy Hospital is your best bet."

"Mercy...Sigh...Fine." Lela remarked, "What about you?"

"I...uh..." I stuttered.

"Yeah, why don't you just leave with us?" Jenny added, urging to leave with the group.

"I can't...I promised to punish those who hurt Kat...I'm sorry." I said; I glanced at witch and somehow saw Kat, seeing her brought guilt over me, "I can't just leave...not yet."

Lela and Jenny remained quiet as soon as they heard my stay. Jenny quietly walked away from our huddle. Lela walked back to the truck, sitting back into her seat beside Julie, fastening her seatbelt. Now just me and Witch remained where we stood.

I looked at witch, who did the same to me; the illusion of Kat disappeared, now all I saw was my infected Asian companion in my arms.

"I can't leave hunter and the others...as badly as I want to...I just can't." I said calmly, "But as long as I have you with me...I'll be fine."

A smile humbly grew on Witch's face. Her by my side meant my survival rates would highten even more than before, especially now that she can pull her own weight; Her companionship was seen both helpful and unhelpful, The fact that I will need to protect her from any vulgarous thug that will have the galls to try and snatch her away from me will be difficult, since they will see her as a piece of eye candy.

Kat...and Witch...Both I will protect...no matter what.

The uproar of another engine roared through the parking lot. Faint chattering came from a nearby car, the sound of jenny's voice was distant, then became more understandable.

"Ok...Just follow us and we'll get you out safely!" Jenny hollered, ordering the truck packed with the former slaves inside, "Alex..."

"Look..." I said, staring at the second truck with slaves, who comforted one another with calming embraces and comforting words, "You're the leader to them, you decide what's best."

"Wait, what?" Jenny replied, completely lost.

"Mercy or Head your own way..." I offered, "I know they all can shoot a gun, and are well supplied, So...If they want, try finding their families, loved ones, anyone they know and care for. It's your choice."

"Wait, I'm not really good at this type of decision making..." Jenny remarked innocently.

"You'll do fine...Trust me and trust yourself..." I reassured her.

"...ok..." Jenny said, looking more motivated then confused, "I guess..." She entered her truck, "This is goodbye..."

"It would seem..." I said.

"Well...goodbye, Alex." Jenny said with hints of her voice breaking.

"Goodbye, Jenny...Please be careful..."

"You too..." Jenny said somberly, clicking on her seatbelt.

The continuing roars of her truck's engine roar steadily as she shifted gears. The roar increased as the truck began gaining more speed as she drove off with Lela and her sister. The second truck followed behind her; now it was just me and Witch entirely.

As I stared at the two trucks drive off and down the road into Fairfield, Just the sudden images of Kat and Zoey, driving off, Kat looking back at me with teary eyes waving goodbye. This saddened image quickly changed into a horrid one; Kat with her hoodie torn and stained with vile semen of those I will punish.

Hatred grew inside of me; nothing will stop me from achieving my promise.

Adolfo Dietrich and his men...There was No Redemption for the pain they caused me. There was No Redemption for the thing's they've done.