Bolt had walked through the sewers for about 45 minutes, it was around 7 AM.

The sewers of Brighton were poorly lighted, and it was extremely damp and dank. It was difficult for Bolt to see in front of himself. There were little signs of life in the sewer. Just some rats here and there, and some small alligators, but nothing more.

Bolt covered about three miles. He needed to go about seven more miles before he would reach Brighton. The sewers seemed endless, every step looked exactly the same as the last. The green water still ran in the middle, separated by 2 sidewalks lined with dim lights. The continued to walk and searched through the pack that White gave him, containing all the ammunition and weapons. He noticed that there were some items that White didn't mention.

Those items include a lighter and two grenades. He wasn't sure how he could use the lighter, but if he encountered the Tyrant again, the grenades would come in handy. He kept his pistol clutched in his hand as he walked. Bolt was a naturally nervous person, and in the sewers he was extremely paranoid. You couldn't blame him though, walking in a dark sewer knowing that above you the population of a town is being overtaken by zombies, and a monster with claws that can rip through metal roaming around.

Witnessing the death of White disturbed Bolt. Bolt was probably closest to White and Cloud out of all the Special Task Force. Nobody really associated with Trigger except for White. Both of those men were now gone though.

Bolt couldn't help feel that he was being followed...

Bolt began to sort of panic and walk faster. He knew he had a problem with being paranoid and scared at unnecessary times. But it was necessary now. Sweat dripped from his forehead and there was a knot in his stomach. He sort of felt lightheaded, but continued. Yet Bolt did have a right to be paranoid.

He was being followed...

Bolt heard sort of a clicking noise from behind him. He turned around and saw nothing. He cautiously began to walk forward at a faster pace. The clicking noise got louder from behind him. He turned around and screamed...

"Who's there?!"

He put his finger around the trigger of the pistol and began to walk backwards looking behind him the entire time, moving slowly. He then saw a shadow come off of a dim light. It moved quickly, the shadow appeared to be human...to some extent. There was a loud hissing noise coming from the direction of the shadow.

.Suddenly something lashed out at Bolt. Bolt shot its pistol and the creature let out a loud squeal. It crawled on all four legs, and looked somewhat human. Its head resembled that of a human head, its skin was red, rotten, and broken. It had a large tounge that lashed out quickly and attacked its enemies. It was a "Licker". And two of them were coming close to Bolt.

Bolt wasn't sure exactly what to do, it almost impossible to see, and followed where they were by using their shadows. One of the lickers was close enough infront of Bolt to be seen. Bolt opened fire on the beast and hit it with four bullets in the back. The creature backed away and jumped straight at Bolt.

Bolt dodged the creature and kicked it into the water. Suddenly it leaped from the water back onto the opposite sidewalk of Bolt. Bolt aimed his pistol carefully and landed a clean shot on the Lickers head. It let out a piercing screech as it died. Bolt drew his attention to the other Licker, but he couldn't locate it. He heard the hissing sound come from above him.

Bolt looked up and a Licker dropped down on him The Licker had him completely pinned to the ground, and Bolt couldn't get free. The Licker's hideous face stared menacingly at Bolt, and saw opened its mouth, revealing its sharp teeth. Saliva dripped from the monsters mouth onto Bolt's chest, and the Licker prepared to sink its teeth into Bolt. ..

Bolt closed his eyes and waited helplessly for the monster to strike, but instead he heard an enormous scream from the monster. The scream echoed and the sound continued to ring to the opposite side of the sewer. Bolt quickly looked to the opposite side to see the monster severely bleeding and hit the opposite wall and well into the water. He didn't know how this happened. How could the monster just be knocked away like that without him doing anything? He suddenly realized why. He looked up to see the last thing he possibly wanted to see...

The Tyrant...

"Umbrella...Kill...Task...Force...Agents...", the Tyrant slowly stammered.

The Tyrant then let out a mighty roar and slashed at Bolt, who rolled over into the water to avoid the beast. Bolt couldn't see anything underwater, therefore he then came up for air, only to see the Tyrant standing infront of him. The monster swiped its claw at Bolt, who ducked back into the water. Bolt swam over to the opposite sidewalk where the Tyrant was and began to run. He reloaded his pistol as he ran and didn't look back.

"How did the Tyrant follow me?", Bolt thought to himself. "The must of broken down the sewer entrance and...".

But before the could finish his thoughts, the Tyrant leaped to the other side of the sewer and was closing in on Bolt. Bolt realized that his pistol was useless against the creature, which he had discovered many time. He couldn't stun the monster with the knife again, it'd be too risky to even attempt. He suddenly thought of a way to defeat the Tyrant, but he would have to time it just right.

He reached in his supply pack for a grenade. The Tyrant grew closer by the second, and in front of him on the opposite sidewalk he saw the shadow of another Licker. Bolt pulled the pin of the grenade and waited 2 seconds and dropped it. The Tyrant stepped directly over the grenade as it exploded.

The monster let out a giant roar as it flew to the side and hit the brick sewer wall with great force. It then fell into the water and then reached its claw over the side and would shortly return to its feet.

The Tyrant had lost Bolt's trail, but not the Licker. It followed Bolt and was right on Bolt's tail. He therefore took of the combat knife and swung it backwards, and hit the Licker right in the head. Its eyes rolled into the back of its head and blood gushed out of the point where the knife hit. He took the knife out of the beast's head and continued to run.

Bolt ran about two more miles, and he was halfway to Brighton. He was sure that he lost the trail of the Tyrant, but he kept moving. He slowed his pace and wondered what these new creatures were. He figured they were just another result of the T-Virus over Brighton.

Bolt continued to walk down the dark sewers, reflecting on if he should continue to live this nightmare...

Bolt's plan was to reach Brighton, and somehow reach a radio to contact the frequency of the other agents. He wished that he could have obtained White's radio, but he unfortunately didn't have it.

Bolt then began to question even more if the other agents were still alive...He still had no idea where they were, and had little knowledge of where he was himself..