A horrifying figure towered over Jamie, Doc, and a vast majority of the remaining guards. The beast snarled, drool dripping from his mouth as it stepped into the light. It had the body structure of a Tank, but one of its arms wasn't nearly as big. The monster's right arm was enlarged, fingers pulled together and nails sharpened to the point that they resembled the claws of a Witch. Random boil-like bulges surrounded its body, some rumbling like they might pop. The survivors did nothing but back away, gapping in awe at the monstrosity in front of them.

"W-what the hell is that thing," one of the guards asked. The beast turned to the outspoken guard then unleashed a roar that nearly caused everyone to fall on their asses. The monster pulled its arm back, ready to strike as Doc noticed.

"Move!" Doc and Jamie dove back as the beast swung upward, its claw tearing through the ground. A few of the guards were either knocked back, or jumped away with fear. The beast's claw tore upward through the outspoken guard, tearing him in half. The other guards screamed with terror as their comrade's two halves fell to the floor, blood flooding out onto the floor.

"Fire, fire, FIRE!" The guards raised their weapons, all aiming at the massive beast.

"No don't-," Doc's urging fell of deaf ears as over a dozen armed guards fired a relentless wave of bullets.

The monster roared in anger and pain as it was forced to step backwards. The guards moved forward as the beast went backwards. Jamie and Doc wanted with anxiety. If there's something they both knew it's that things always got worse when something bad showed up. The beast roared, swinging its arm outward, slicing through many guards. The first line of men cried out, some only receiving fatal wounds, others being sliced in half entirely. The second and third rows all backed away, some full on sprinting away while others continued to fire a few bursts into the monster. The beast screamed, swinging again and again as it moved forward. More guards cried out as they were sliced and diced into pieces.

"Doc," Jamie urged, hoping the blonde had a plan.

"Run!" Jamie, Doc, and five guards turned and sprinted down the hall. The creature growled then followed after them with surprising haste.


Alan, Maria, Zoey, and three remaining doctors rode in silence inside an elevator. The doctors were disgusted, turning the opposite direction of the crushed corpse at the end of the elevator. Alan leaned against the wall with his gun tightly gripped in his hand, staring at the ceiling. A Boomer had just painted half of the elevator with its bile just moments ago. There was a chance that zombies could be raining down from above. Zoey was sitting in the corner with Maria next to her. Despite not lying in bed, Zoey still didn't want to do too much in case she still needed to recover. No one seemed to mind the silence. Suddenly, the elevator shook violently. Those who were standing up stumbled to keep their balance.

"What was that," one doctor asked. Alan looked at him and then shrugged. Without warning, something shot up out of the floor of the elevator. The doctor screamed with fight and pain as his leg was crushed into powder by a Tank's massive hand.

"You've gotta be kidding," Alan shouted as he moved forward to help. The doctor screamed but was quickly pulled through the floor and thrown down the elevator shaft. Alan stopped right at the edge of the new hole in the floor, staring at the Tank that held onto the bottom of the elevator. "Son of a bitch!" Alan aimed the barrel downward and started firing at the beast's face. The Tank screamed, using its hand to try and shield itself.

Maria and Zoey quickly got up then started wheeling the bed towards the hole. Alan stopped to reload, giving the Tank a moment to retaliate. Unfortunately for the beast, it was met with a bed to the face, courtesy of Maria and Zoey. The Tank screamed, stalled momentarily by the wheeled bed in its face. Alan slammed in a new clip and then started firing directly into the Tank's face. The monster didn't have time to shield itself, taking all of Alan's bullets to its face. The bullets eventually did their job, causing the Tank to plummet to release the elevator and plummet down the shaft in a massive, lifeless heap.

Alan fell back with a heavy and relieved sigh. Zoey and Maria looked at each other with a smile on their faces before looking up at Alan. "That was a persistent bastard," Alan stated. "Seriously, have we ever had Tanks that climb elevator shafts?"

"No, but then again we haven't been in many of those now have we," Maria asked sarcastically.

"Jamie," Alan said, pulling the radio to his mouth. "What's going on with you? Are you okay?"

"NO I'M NOT OKAY! There's some new zombie chasing us and it's worse than the last one!"

"Damn it, why do we always get this shitty luck," Alan screamed.

"We can handle it! Just make sure Zoey and Maria are safe idiot!"


Jamie turned, blazing his assault rifle into the beast's chest. The monster screamed then swung at Jamie. The brunette dove backwards, landing on his back before he quickly rolled backwards. The beast growled lowly, its blood red eyes focused in on the survivors.

"Got a plan boss," Doc asked as he back up with Jamie and the remaining guards.

"Jaaaaamiee…" Said survivor was struck with horror, and his face certainly showed it. The beast stepped forward, it's growling becoming louder. "JAMIE!"

"Alright, now I'm freaked out," Jamie murmured.

The beast screamed and moved forward. Doc aimed his shotgun at the monster's face and pulled back on the trigger. The blast hit the beast in the face, causing it to bellow in pain and stumble back. The survivors wasted no time and rushed further back. The monster turned and screamed an inhuman shriek.

"JAAAAAAAAAAAAMMIIEEEEEEEEEE!"

The brunette sprinted ahead of everyone, being the most terrified at this point. The guards topped, turning shelves and operating beds on their sides and knelt behind them for cover. Jamie and Doc stopped, taking cover in the rear of the firing squad.

"When can zombies talk," Jamie whispered to Doc. Doc could tell by his tone that Jamie was shaken a bit.

"I might know who that zombie use to be," Doc murmured softly.

Thunderous footsteps causing everyone's eyes to snap forward. They waited, anxiety and fear building as the footsteps came forward slowly and became louder with each second. The beast turned the corner, bloody teeth clenched tightly. Without an order, everyone started firing at the monster. Bullets punched in and through the zombie's body. The beast stumbled back, trying to shield itself from the onslaught, but ended up with its back against the wall with bullets still hitting it. After a minute of gunfire, everyone's weapons clicked empty. The survivors quickly moved to reload. The zombie charged forward, slicing upward and cleaved a guard in half. The guard nearest to his now dead comrade fired a shotgun at the zombie's side, causing it to stumble to the side. As the survivor cocked his gun, the beast threw its arm outward, throwing the human on his back. The beast towered over the defenseless survivor with murderous intent. The other guards quickly moved to get more distance, not save their friend.

Doc quickly stood up, having one insane idea to save the guard, "ELLIOT!" The beast froze and snapped its head up. "Elliot Johnson!" The beast didn't move. It only kept its eyes fixated on Doc. The other survivors looked at Doc with wide and surprised eyes before turning to the beast.

"Dooooooooooocc…"

"That's right you ugly son of a bitch," Doc murmured. "You want payback?" Elliot growled, and then marched forward. "That's right, come right this way…" Doc leaned to Jamie and whispered sharply, "Run!" The two turned and sprinted down the hall. Elliot shrieked then stomped after them, ignoring the other survivors completely.

"How the hell did you know that was Elliot," Jamie asked as they rounded a corner.

"Well it was hard to tell with all those boils and shit covering his face, but I'm somewhat relieved I was right." Elliot screamed as he barreled around a corner, taking out a chunk of the wall. "Somewhat…"

"Okay, please tell me that we have a plan to deal with him now." The two survivors rounded another corner, Doc stumbling a bit before catching up to Jamie.

"I just confirmed that it was Elliot. How the hell does that equal a plan of action?"

"You're the one with the fucking PHD!" Doc opened his mouth to speak, but was cut off once he heard Elliot's inhuman roar behind them. "Run faster!" Jamie and Doc did so, lifting their knees up as they sprinted away from the rampaging beast.


On the roof, Alan, Zoey, Maria, and the remaining two doctors got to the roof safe and sound. "Is everyone okay," Alan asked.

"As well as we can be," Maria replied. The survivors' heads perked up as they heard the sound of a helicopter flying nearby.

"Oh god, we're saved," a doctor shouted, running out to the roof.

"Hold up," Alan called out, "What about Jamie and the others?"

"Screw them! We need to get out of here now!" The doctor ran out into the open, waving his hands and screaming at the helicopter above the roof.

The woman with black hair, wearing clothing that matched her hair along with a pair of sunglasses had her legs crossed, staring at the shifty man across from her. The man looked up at her with an agitated look, still typing furiously on the keyboard. "Can I help you?"

"Watch your tongue," the woman replied coolly. "I'm looking out the window anyway." The man scoffed, unconvinced before looking back at his computer. The woman pointed out the window, "There's a survivor on the roof thinking we're going to save him." The man looked up at the woman and then out the window. Sure enough, there was a doctor waving his arms above his head, screaming at them to help. The short man looked back at the woman who had a smug look on her face.

"What are we going to do about him?"

The woman turned to the soldier sitting next to her, "Kill him." The soldier nodded then stepped to the door.

"DOWN HERE! WE'RE NOT INFECTED! HELP US!"

Alan looked up, seeing the man aiming a rifle at the doctor. "Shit!" The large survivor grabbed Zoey by the arm and moved behind cover. Maria quickly followed them, noticing the armed man in the helicopter too.

Gunfire rang out. Bullets punched through the doctor's chest, blood spraying out. He took several bullets before falling to the ground with a thud. The last doctor stood out in the open, staring in horror as his colleague was murdered before his eyes.

The soldier switched his rifle to a semi-automatic, aimed carefully at the last survivor before putting a bullet cleanly through his head. His limp body hit the floor while Zoey and Maria stared in shock. Now fully enraged, Alan came out of cover and fired at the helicopter, ignoring the fact that he was shooting at a human being.

The chopper jerked to the side, throwing the armed soldier out of the vehicle. He screamed the entire way down before smacking into the rooftop in a bloody mess. The woman scowled angrily, grabbing what she could to keep straight while the short man did the same. As soon as the helicopter straightened out, the woman snapped her head to the roof.

"Come on," Alan shouted. "You wanna try shooting me! HUH FUCKERS?"

"Cocky fool isn't he," the woman questioned. Before the man could reply, much less sit back in his seat, the woman got up and headed towards the opened door. She stepped on the bar, the wind from the chopper blades blowing against her clothes and hair.

Alan blinked with confusion as he stared at the woman. In a bold move, the woman all in black jumped out of the helicopter. The survivor's eyes widened with shock as he watched the woman fall to the ground. Just before she hit, the woman rolled against the concrete roof. Alan quickly attempted to raise his weapon, but the woman stood up and whipped out a pistol with laser sights on it in the blink of an eye.

The two froze in place. Alan's eyes moved up to his forehead, seeing a dancing red dot set steadily. His eyes moved back to the motionless, statue-like woman in front of him. "Okay, look, what the hell was-," The woman pulled the trigger, firing her pistol at Alan.


Jamie and Doc unloaded bullets into Elliot, who was looking down the opposite direction for the survivors. The beast roared and rushed towards them. The two got to their feet then ran away. Doc turned just before rounding a corner and fired at a fire extinguisher, causing it to explode into Elliot's side. The beast stumbled, falling to its knee in pain.

Jamie and Doc cautiously raised their weapons, not taking the risk of it sneak-attacking them. Elliot twitched and shook, snarling in anger as blood oozed out of its wound. The two survivors looked at Elliot's new wound: an entire chunk of his side blown away completely. If the explosion, or wound, were any bigger then Elliot would've been split in half.

"Please tell me that thing isn't going to get up," Jamie whispered. Doc stared at the beast, noticing a strange bubbling in its shoulder.

"What's that," he asked, nodding at the beast. Jamie looked at the shoulder, examining the strange mutation for a moment. He remember stabbing Elliot in that shoulder with his knife. Knowing his luck: it was more than coincidence.

Suddenly, a black, thick gooey substance shot out of the mutation, hitting Doc's face. The blonde dropped his weapon and screamed in agony, tearing at the goo at his eyes. Jamie turned to Doc, but snapped his head around as soon as he heard Elliot's angry roar.

The wound opened up further, tearing the monster completely in half. Elliot's legs fell to the floor. A series of four strange looking limbs covered in slim and blood shot out. Elliot's face twisted in distortion, a few thin tentacles coming out of his mouth. The tentacles soon split Elliot's skull open, revealing a squid-like head with several razor sharp teeth inside its mouth, past the tentacles.

"What the fucking piss," Jamie shouted fearfully.

The beast moved towards Jamie, but roared once a series of bullets tore at its back. Behind Elliot were the soldiers helping Jamie and Doc before they lured the beast away. "Go! We'll hold it off!"

Normally, Jamie would argue, but Elliot lunged at the soldiers, flattening one like a bug before it attacked the fleeing soldiers. Plus he had to get the strange, gooey stuff off Doc's eyes.

The brunette turned to Doc who was tearing away furiously, screaming in pain as the goo burned like fire. "Doc, calm down! Let me help before you claw your face off!"

"Water! Wash it off!" Jamie grabbed Doc's arm, rushing down the hall to find a lot of water and to put as much distance between them and Elliot as possible.


Alan dove to the side once he saw the woman's finger twitch. Luckily for him he dodged a bullet. Literally. He rolled across the ground and aimed his rifle at her, only to realize she had her pistol primed for another headshot.

"Okay seriously, what the fu-," Again she fired.

Alan rolled forward a second later. Before he could even speak a single word, she fired. Alan rolled to the side, grabbing the barrel of his gun before flinging it at her. The woman gasped lightly. She quickly grabbed the gun before it hit her. She tossed the weapon over her shoulder and saw Alan charging her like a bull.

She jumped above the survivor, placing her heel in Alan's back and forcefully pushed him to the ground. Alan grunted as he slammed into the ground, but rolled over quickly grabbing his rifle that slowly fell into his hands. He aimed at the woman before she could fire at him, prompting her to stop.

"Okay, now if we're done dancing: put your damn gun down!" The woman turned her head, looking directly at Alan. In a blur, she lashed her arm out, throwing her pistol at Alan.

The survivor had no time to react before the pistol struck him across the face. Alan groaned, stumbling backwards before turning around. Somehow, the woman closed the distance between them. Alan moved to aim his gun, but the woman spun around, kicking the weapon out of his grasp. The woman quickly punched Alan across the face, and then in the ribcage. Alan groaned, stumbling back before using his arms to block the woman's straight punch. The survivor threw a high kick at the woman's head. The woman stepped back, watching as Alan's foot passed by her face. The survivor spun around before planting his foot back on the ground, facing the woman.

The woman smirked smugly, while Alan was in suppressed shock. In a flash, the woman jabbed Alan in the face, disorienting him for a moment. She struck him two more times across the face, once in the gut and then finished with a spin-kick to the chest. To her shock, Alan caught her by the ankle, grinning up at her. The survivor threw the woman's leg to the side, causing her to spin around. The woman jumped back as Alan tried punching her, and blocked the second. Alan tried to bring his massive fist down on the back of the woman's head, but she simply stepped back. Alan stumbled forward as his blow missed, but quickly rammed his shoulder into the woman's gut.

A cry of shock and pain escaped the woman's lips as Alan charged, running forward as quickly as he could. The woman growled, digging her heels into the ground as she wrapped her arms around Alan's body. To Alan's shock, she actually stopped him. The survivor's face turned red as he attempted to push harder, moving the woman slightly. She growled and then quickly kneed Alan in the stomach. Alan coughed as the blow struck, but didn't waver. The woman kneed him again, and again, and again, but still Alan wouldn't budge. Finally, she kneed him in the gut, then extended her leg into Alan's privates.

The survivor's eyes nearly popped out of his head as he groaned. His grip on the woman was loosened, giving her the opportunity she needed. First she grabbed his head and rammed his face into her knee. Alan cried out, stumbling backwards. The woman moved after him, punching him across the face two times. She spun around, kicking him in the gut. Alan doubled over, groaning in pain as he held his gut and fell to his knees. The woman scoffed before taking a step back. She spun around, throwing her foot up against the bottom of Alan's jaw. The survivor was thrown off the ground, off his feet. His back arched before he landed on his shoulder with a heavy thud.

The woman stepped back, dusting off her suit a bit before looking at the beaten survivor. "Had enough," she questioned.

Alan coughed a bit before spitting a wade of blood out of his mouth. He got up and looked at the woman who huffed. Alan's nose was bleeding, and some blood dribbled out from the corner of his mouth.

"That was a cheap shot by the way," Alan groaned. "Hitting me in the nuts? Really?" The woman's response was a quick spin kick. Alan jerked his head back, narrowly avoiding the strike, "Woo shit! Almost got me there."

The woman twitched forward, causing Alan to twitch. She smirked in satisfaction before actually moving forward. Alan raised his arms to shield himself, but the woman simply hooked her arm around both of his arms and pulled them down. She slammed her head into Alan's face, causing the survivor to groan and stumble back. The woman strode forward, punching Alan across one side of his face and then across the other. She swept her leg across the ground, kicking Alan's feet out from under him. The bulky survivor cried out as he landed on his side, groaning in pain. The woman took one step towards Alan before she saw a red dot appear on her stomach.

She looked at it for a moment, frozen in her tracks before looking up. Across the rooftop, Maria was knelt down on one knee with the woman's pistol aimed at its owner. "Oh this is rich," the woman murmured. "Is the little girl going to shoot me?"

"If I have to," Maria replied sharply. "Take one more step towards him and I'll do it." The woman smirked then moved one leg forward. Immediately, Maria aimed up, putting the red dot on the woman's forehead. Once again, the woman in black froze. "Go ahead: make my day bitch."

The woman opened her mouth to reply, but was suddenly tackled from the side. Zoey pushed the woman to the ground, pinning her to the ground. The two women snarled at each other, trying to overpower the other. Zoey got a quick punch across the woman's face. The woman screamed in rage, throwing Zoey off with all her might.

The woman quickly got up, staring at Zoey with fury written over her face. Another's scream caused the woman to look back over her shoulder. Alan came charging once again, both hands clasped together and raised high above his head. The woman raised both arms above her head, blocking Alan's strike, but just barely. She threw her arms up, throwing Alan off balance before she delivered a swift punch to the survivor's jaw. Alan stumbled backwards before he fell on his front.

Zoey once again tackled the woman, this time from behind. The two rolled across the rooftop, throwing swift punches and clawing each other as much as possible. The woman threw Zoey off once again. The brunette rolled across the ground, struggling to get up on all fours. The woman in black got up and rushed forward. Zoey looked up, seeing the crazy bitch coming at her and forced herself to get up to her feet. The brunette watched carefully as the woman threw a punch at him. Zoey stepped to the side, narrowly avoiding the strike and getting inside the woman's defenses. The brunette elbowed the woman in the gut with a forceful cry. The woman screamed out in pain, coughing a bit as she stepped back. Zoey strode forward, pulling her arm back before throwing her entire body into the next punch. Both combatants cried out as the strike landed a solid hit across the woman's jaw. Zoey stepped back, shaking her hand in pain as the woman stumbled back, stepping around in circles before falling to the ground.

The woman whipped her head up, glaring daggers at Zoey who panted heavily. The helicopter appeared from behind the building, floating on the ledge. "Hurry it up," a voice shouted over a megaphone.

"Fuck," the woman hissed. She rose to her feet, dusting herself off a bit before turning around and sprinting towards the helicopter.

"I got her," Maria shouted, aiming the pistol at the fleeing woman. The little girl fired a few rounds which buzzed by the woman.

The woman stepped on the rails of the helicopter as it started to pull away. She turned back, taking one last look at the survivors before the helicopter flew off into the distance.

"Who the hell was that," Alan groaned, rubbing his aching jaw.

"A badass bitch," Maria replied. "Great job getting your ass kicked by her by the way." Alan glared down at the little girl before staring back up at the sky.


The woman closed the helicopter door as she sat down, visibly seething in fury. The short man across from her smirked as he focused on his computer, "Have some trouble did we?" The woman snapped her head up. The man looked up at her. He didn't need to see her eyes to know that murderous look she was giving him. "It was a joke. Take it easy will you?"

"I will not hesitate to throw you out of this helicopter right now," the woman threatened.

"Don't be upset with me. Nobody told you to jump out of the helicopter and fight those survivors."

"They were shooting at us. Somebody had to stop them," the woman snapped. "Just get us back to HQ before you continue to piss me off. You can cower behind the Director for all I care." The man scoffed, going back to his typing as the woman sat in her brooding silence.


Jamie posted up next to the door while Doc washed the burning goo out of his eyes. "Son of a bitch!"

"Keep it down," Jamie hissed, whirling his head around. "We don't know where the fuck Elliot could be coming from!"

"This shit burns," Doc whispered back sharply.

"I'm sorry, but I don't want to die!"

"Well I could be blind after this! What the fuck happened to Elliot anyway? After he blinded me it sounded like you were gonna shit yourself."

"He uh…mutated. He looks like a cross between a zombie, a squid, and a buffalo. Fuck, I don't know how to explain it! He just looks twice as fucking horrible as before."

Doc rubbed his hands over his face, sighing heavily as he got most of the goo out of his eyes. He blinked hard, rubbing his eyes with the back of his arm. "Shit, shit, shitty shit, shit!" Jamie turned to Doc who looked back at him. "That goo fucked up my eyes!"

"Are you blind," Jamie asked worryingly.

"No, but everything is blurry as hell! Damn it, I'm gonna need glasses or something!"

Jamie smirked, "This'll totally reinforce the 'Doc is an old man' joke." The blonde glared angrily at the brunette who looked out back in the halls. The coast was clear, so Jamie looked back at Doc. "Listen, we've gotta move. How bad is your sight?"

"I can differentiate a massive monster from a human if that's what you're asking," Doc replied.

"Good enough for me. Let's regroup with the others and make a plan of action or something."

"Right, lead it towards our friends, one of which has to recover from surgery."

"Zoey didn't go through surgery genius," Jamie snapped back. "We need to do something. There's no way the two of us together will kick this thing's ass. Who do you think we are: a Resident Evil duo or something? Because if we are you're Ashley from Resident Evil 4: the useless, ugly ass blonde."

"I have a gun, and I still know the general direction you're in smart ass," Doc seethed. "Can we get moving before-," The blonde was cut off when a wall exploded outward. Jamie and Doc covered their faces from the dust that flew out before gazing up at Elliot, or what was left of him, standing before them. A person's arm hung loosely from the beast's mouth as it's inhuman eyes darted back and forth between Jamie and Doc. "Plan of action fearless leader?"

"Running time!" Jamie started firing his magnum at the monster's face, causing it to scream and stagger back. Doc sprinted for the door, tumbling out with Jamie following after him shortly afterwards. The beast roared before following after them.

The entire wall to the room was destroyed in an instant as the infected beast chased after Jamie and Doc. The two survivors moved faster, getting to a break in the hallway. Jamie looked around quickly, looking for anything of value while trying to come up with a plan. Suddenly, something struck him. The brunette looked over, seeing an elevator which he pushed Doc into.

"H-hey what the hell!" Jamie pushed the survivor in before looking in the direction Elliot was coming from.

"Head to the floor where all our guns and shit are. There should be a flamethrower. Get that and head down to the lower floors."

"What the hell are you going to do," Doc questioned.

"I'm going to get that thing's attention and lure it up a few flights of stairs," Jamie replied. Doc stared blankly at his comrade.

"Seriously? You've done stupid shit, but this has to take the cake."

"That's what we you guys always say," Jamie joked before pressing the 26th button. "Get the flamethrower and go down the stairs until you find the floor I'm on. Stairs, not elevator. I don't want you skipping me."

"Try not to die," Doc said as the elevator doors started to close.

"Ditto," Jamie replied with a grin. As soon as the doors closed, Jamie hauled ass towards the stairs with the monster coming up right behind him.

The brunette spun around, firing his magnum into the monster's face, causing it to stop momentarily and roar in pain. Jamie threw the door open and sprinted up the stairs. The survivor tripped himself up a bit when the thunderous sound of a solid metal door being smashed like tin echoed behind him. He looked back just in time to see the doorway blown apart like a barrel of TNT went off behind it. Jamie fired a few rounds to get the beast's attention before running up the stairs.

The monster used its six limbs to move quickly up the stairs, throwing one of its newer appendages at Jamie. The tentacle smashed against Jamie's back, slamming the survivor against a wall. The brunette groaned, his face and body being pressed against solid brick before he cracked an eye open. He noticed a fire axe hanging on the wall and quickly grabbed it as he was pulled back. The infected beast raised Jamie up above its face, its mouth opening and breathing heavily. The beast's breath almost made Jamie throw up from the stench alone. The survivor quickly raised the fire axe above his head and then brought it down across the infected's face. The beast roared, dropping Jamie and falling to its side, clutching its bleeding wound in pain.

"Don't like that huh," Jamie asked loudly, a few strands of hair hanging in his face now.

The brunette strode forward, bringing the axe down on the zombie's arm. The beast roared as its limb was removed entirely from its body. Jamie screamed as he brought the axe down into the beast's back and then pulled it out. He raised the axe over his head and brought it down on the monster's head again.

The beast finally retaliated, striking Jamie across the stomach with its remaining arm. The brunette grunted as he stumbled back. Jamie flipped over the railing, but desperately reached out and caught the nearest bar. Jamie looked down, realizing that if he fell it would equal bad news. The survivor looked back up, seeing the beast stalking towards him. The monster towered over him, blood dripping down from the wounds in its face and drool oozing from its mouth.

The beast threw its head back and roared with all its might. Jamie looked down at the fire axe still in his hand before screaming as he swung his arm around, sticking the blade into the beast's shoulder. The monster screamed again, this time in pain, as Jamie pulled on the axe. The survivor groaned and growled, trying to pull himself back up over the railing while pulling the infected down. With one hand on the axe handle, another on the railing, and both feet pressed against the lower bars, Jamie screamed as he pulled back. The beast stumbled forward, being pulled forward by the blade in its body. Jamie cried out as he turned to the side, releasing the axe and letting the beast fly over the rails and down the flight of stairs.

The survivor panted heavily as the beast cried out all the way down until it hit with a loud crunching noise. Jamie let out a huge sigh of relief, leaning forward on the rails. He breathed heavily, letting his body recover before he moved over the railing.

A feral gurgle caused Jamie's head to perk up. The survivor whirled around, looking down the stairs as he saw the beast getting back up and moving up the stairs.

"You gotta be fucking kidding," Jamie shouted. "Give me a break for once…" The brunette turned and quickly started going up the stairs as fast as his ragged body would let him.


Doc stepped out of the elevator, snapping his pistol from side to side. With his sight impaired he had to be extra cautious. Whether or not it was permanent or temporary didn't matter right now. He had to find that damned flamethrower.

The blonde quickly rushed down the hall, towards the armory. Luckily it seemed that most of the zombies were already taken care of or moved on. Regardless, he didn't have to deal with anything it seemed.

Doc got to the armory and recklessly threw the door open, causing it to bang against the wall. The blonde immediately regretted this, hearing a panicked gasp within the dark room. A flash of lightning from outside illuminated the room, confirming Doc's fear of a Witch.

The blonde mouthed 'fuck' before looking around the armory. The Witch slowly rose up to its feet, growling angrily at the survivor who disturbed its peace. Doc saw a shotgun a stone's throw away and quickly made a break for it. The Witch also rushed forward, shrieking its ear piercing scream. Doc grabbed the shotgun and quickly spun around as the Witch attempted to strike him. Instead, the zombie slammed face-first into the wall, whining in a gnarled voice. Doc pressed the barrel forcefully against the back of the Witch's head and pulled the trigger, blowing its head off and a large hole in the wall as well. Doc watched as the zombie's headless, lifeless body slumped down to the floor, blood spurting out of its neck.

"FUCK," Doc exclaimed in relief.

The blonde quickly looked around, running his hand across the wall before coming across a light switch. He flipped it on, replacing the darkness with light. He quickly looked around at all the weapons, looking for the flamethrower. Doc ran up to all the weapons with squinted eyes and examined them each for a moment. He found a pair of grenade launchers, throwing both of their straps over his shoulders. Finally, he found the flamethrower. Placing the fuel case on his back and putting the actual gun in his hand, Doc rushed out of the armory.


Jamie threw open the door and rushed through the halls of the twenty third floor. "Fuck," the survivor wheezed breathlessly.

He turned around and waited for the pursuing beast to explode through the door. With a well placed headshot, the beast screamed and stumbled around, gripping the wound in pain. Jamie turned and ran as quickly as he possibly could down the hall.

Unfortunately, Jamie underestimated the beasts' speed as he was soon thrown through the air by a blow to the back. Jamie screamed as he flew through the air and landed heavily on gurney and rolled down the hall. The survivor quickly aimed his magnum down at his feet and fired at the beast while rolling down the hall. Bullet holes punched through the beast as it charged forward, barely slowing it down.

The gurney came to a sudden stop as it hit a pile of overturned medical supplies. Jamie was thrown from the bed, rolling across the ground after landing on his shoulder with a thud. The brunette rolled across the ground, groaning after he came to a stop.

He looked up, seeing the beast slowly coming at him down the halls. "What the hell does it take to stop you," Jamie asked as he slowly rose to his feet. The beast snarled as it approached, eyes boring through the survivor. "Well fuck. I always thought a Witch would be the death of me. Not some damned freak of nature. And I'm talking about when you were a human Elliot!" The beast stopped, grunted lowly at the name. Jamie blinked once with confusion, then again with disbelief. "Come on Elliot, there's gotta be some part of you left inside." A brief snort came from the monster. "Holy shit this is working," Jamie whispered to himself.

Unfortunately, this gave the infection a long enough period to force the mutated Elliot to charge forward. Jamie instinctively turned away and raised his arms to shield his face.

Suddenly, a loud 'whooshing' sound was heard, followed by the pained screams of the monster. Jamie opened his eyes then looked forward, seeing Doc with the flamethrower, torching the beast.

"Come on big guy," Doc shouted as he unleashed waves of fire. "Is that all you got?" The beast's entire body was covered in flames, along with nearly half of the hallway. "We don't need no water, let the mother fucker burn!" Jamie let out a breathless laugh at the sight.

The beast suddenly lashed out one of its limbs, striking the gun in Doc's hands. The weapon flew up and out of the survivor's grasp. The hose connecting the canister and the gun snapped with fuel leaking out at a rapid rate. Doc quickly pulled his arms out before throwing the canister forward, halfway between him and the monster. The blonde stepped back, stopping next to Jamie.

"Doc, I've never been so happy to see a man before in my life," Jamie said with a smirk. Doc turned his head to the brunette and cracked a smile. The blonde handed the brunette a grenade launcher.

"Only one shot each," Doc stated as he grabbed the second grenade launcher.

"Aim for the things that explode," Jamie ordered with a smile.

The flaming monster roared as it rushed forward at full speed. Doc and Jamie smiled and pulled the triggers at the same time. Two grenades flew out of the barrels and through the air, arching down the hallway. One struck at the monster's chest at the same time the other hit the fuel canister. A massive, fiery explosion went off, consuming the beast entirely and nearly filling the entire hallway. The force from the blast alone threw Jamie and Doc on their backs.

Jamie sat up while Doc coughed and rolled over. The brunette got up and helped the older survivor to his feet. "That was fucking sweet," Jamie stated.

"I'm just worried if we killed it or not," Doc coughed. The two survivors looked down, seeing a pile of fire burning wildly.

"Yeah, I'd say it's dead," Jamie replied. The two survivors flinched back as the flames started to spread rapidly.

"Running time," Doc asked.

"Hell yes!" The two survivors got up and rushed towards the elevator. "We'll get Zoey and the others on the roof and then we'll haul ass to the bottom floor!"

"Hopefully this whole place won't be up in flames by then," Doc shouted. Jamie got to the elevator, pressing the call button over and over. As soon as the chime went off, Jamie and Doc moved to the doors only to be greeted with guns in their faces.

Alan, Zoey, and Maria all gapped in shock before lowering their guns. "What the hell are you two doing," Maria asked.

"Leaving," Doc replied hastily, shoving Jamie in the elevator and hitting the down button.

The doors closed and the elevator started moving down. The survivors stood in silence, all eyes on the light shining under the floors they were passing. Jamie finally shifted his eyes to a battered Alan. He examined him up and down curiously for a moment.

"What the hell happened to you," Jamie asked.

"He got his ass kicked by a girl," Maria answered with a grin.

"Twice in one day? That's sad Alan." The bulky survivor shifted his annoyed eyes to his partner. Jamie stepped back with a teasing smile on his face.

"What about you," Zoey remarked. "You're sweating like a pig. And why is there black shit around Doc's eyes?"

"Long story," Doc snapped. "First let's get away from the burning skyscraper and out of this damn city before we have nice fireside chats."

"Damn straight," Maria agreed.

The survivors got to the bottom floor, heading towards the garage. Alan rushed ahead of everyone, heading towards a familiar black van. "Hello baby! Did you miss daddy?"

"You haven't even driven that damn thing for more than a day," Doc shouted.

"You want to argue this now," Maria questioned.

"Good point: saddle up and get us the fuck out of here Alan!"

The survivors all piled into the van and quickly sped out of the parking garage and into the streets. Jamie, Zoey, and Maria looked out of the back window, watching the singular flame from one of the upper floors spreading throughout the building.

Jamie sighed with relief as he fell on his back, throwing his arms out as far as possible. Zoey looked back at him before a smirk crossed her lips. The female survivor sighed in an over exaggerated manner and fell on top of Jamie. The brash brunette grunted as a breath of air flew out of his mouth.

"God don't do that," Jamie groaned. "I'm sore all over."

"You and me both," Zoey murmured. "I had to get involved in a cat-fight."

Jamie opened one eye, looking at the brunette lying over his body, "Was there jello or pudding involved?"

"You wish," Zoey replied, a smile coming across her lips.

"So you got your ass kicked by a girl," Doc asked Alan.

"I don't wanna talk about it." The blonde shrugged then looked out to the road ahead.

"If it helps I got some shit in my eyes and my sight might be impaired now." A moment of silence passed between the two.

"Meaning…?" Doc rolled his eyes before leaning back in his seat.

"Meaning I might have to wear glasses or contacts or some shit. Fucking Elliot…"

"What happened with him by the way," Alan asked, looking at Jamie through the rearview mirror. "Did he OD or what?"

"He became infected somehow," Jamie replied. "He became this massive mutated monster, killed all of those security guys that tried to help us out. We only killed him when Doc torched his ass with the flamethrower followed by two blasts from two separate grenade launchers."

"Anyone else find it fishy that we fight a crazy ninja-woman around the same time that Elliot becomes some new massive mutated monster," Maria asked.

"Can we just call him like triple M or something," Zoey questioned. "The whole 'massive mutated monster' is getting old already."

"Okay," Maria slowly let out, glaring at Zoey, "Anyone find it weird that a crazy ass ninja-girl who kicked the shit out of Alan shows up and Elliot turns into an M.M.M. around the same time?"

"I'm too tired to give a damn," Jamie muttered. "Let me sleep and then hit me with conspiracy theories all you want Maria."

The little girl snapped her head to the brunette, narrowing her eyes a bit, "I'm keeping you to that." Maria's tone made it obvious she was joking, which caused Jamie to laugh a little.


The short man continued to type while the woman tapped her knee in annoyance. The man's face suddenly lit up before he snapped his attention up to the woman. "The Director, he's calling!" The woman moved her head up slightly as the man held out the laptop to her. She took the computer and set it on her legs, looking at a man on screen staring at her.

The man had short, black hair with grey on the sides. His eyes were piercing dark brown, almost black. "I've received Elliot's research data. I'm pleased you two were able to recover it. What did you do with Elliot himself?"

"Disposed of him as you requested," the woman replied. "But there were a few survivors still there so we ended up infecting him to tie up loose ends for us."

"Very good," the Director hummed. "We've received new information on other survivor holdouts, and I have several new subjects that I want to have tested out. You know the standard procedure: pick up and drop off."

"Of course Director," the woman nodded. "We'll get to it immediately once you send us the coordinates."

"William will report all mission intel and info directly to me," the Director said as he started typing on a console to his right. "So don't think you can hide anything from me Diana."

"Of course not Director," the woman, Diana, replied. A window popped up, showing a red dot on a map. "Coordinates received Director. We'll deal with these survivors immediately."

"Good…see to it…" The Director's image vanished. Diana tossed the laptop back to William, who swiftly caught it. The man started typing away, looking up at his partner.

"You know he knows about those survivors you fought correct?"

"There's no way they could've killed Elliot," Diana snapped. "They'll be dead soon enough anyway. And if not, I doubt the Director will care if three survivors slip under the radar. Besides, we have more important matters to deal with at the moment."

"Of course…" Diana lowered her sunglasses, staring out into the dead, barren world with her light, icy blue eyes.

"The world is changing William. It's changing very quickly." The short man huffed before he started typing, ignoring Diana's very obvious statement. The black haired woman took one last long outside before pushing her sunglasses back up her nose.


First off: let me apologize for not updating sooner. Good god, how long has it been since I updated? I'm very, very sorry to everyone, but college was sort of beating me over the head these past few weeks. I had no time to write ANYTHING with the quizzes and tests and personal shit. I didn't even start this chapter until a few days ago. I'm very sorry for making you all wait for this chapter, but I hope you all enjoyed it regardless. Now all I need to do is know what I'm gonna do for the next chapter…
Until next time