"You were working with the...what??" Jack asked more confused than before he had learned all of this.

"The T-virus." John repeated. "It's, I'm not sure how to put this, but in its simplest form it's a biological agent that can bring dead tissue back to life." John was grabbing for words now, as he was at a loss for them, and looking over at his son he saw the state was a mutual one.

"And this...T-virus does this...how, exactly?" Jack asked trying to clear several things up.

"It works kind of like jumper cables for a car. It delivers a shock to the dead tissue and revitalizes it." He was now accelerating the truck very rapidly. Jack could feel the gears changing underneath the massive hood of the vehicle. "Only thing, is that it doesn't revive the dead tissue to it's fully functioning state. Only the most basic of functions are restored...namely..."

"What? Namely what??" Jack asked impatient for an answer.

"Oh no...they found us." John said looking in the rear-view mirror. "Jack, I need you to drive. Just drive as fast as you can, straight down the highway. If I tell you turn to get off at a certain exit, do NOT miss the turn. You got me?"

"Uhh, yeah, okay." Jack nervously switched positions with his dad as he took control of the vehicle. He had the, seemingly, easy job of barreling down the highway at 70 plus MPH. Except he heard his dad going into the back of the truck and opening ammo cans. "Dad, what's going on?!?"

"They're after us, and we can't let them catch us." John said as he slipped a 15 round magazine into a Beretta M9. He cocked the gun and slid it into a should holster. He then took two more magazines out of an ammo can and slid them into the magazine pouches on the holster. He then wrapped it around itself and tapped Jack on the shoulder with it and gave him a brief set of instructions as to how to wear it. "Here, you're going to need this. Put it around you shoulder and then buckle the two straps together across your chest. Make sure it fits so it won't fall off but isn't too tight where it restricts your movement."

"Okay..." Jack slid the holster around his shoulders and found it actually fit him quite well, even though the notion of having a gun on his person was rather unnerving, he felt a bit more secure about knowing 'they' were coming after them. He then remembered that he had never used a gun before. "Dad, what good is it going to do giving me a gun I've never even - - "

"You'll be fine, trust me." John said seeming as if he knew something. As Jack had been putting on the holster John had been preparing several guns for himself. He took an FN M249 SAW light machine gun off the wall of the truck and a plastic box containing 200 belt-fed rounds of ammunition. He pushed it up from underneath the receiver and clipped it into place, he then flipped up the top of the receiver and laid the belt across the opening, closed the receiver and pulled back the bolt, cocking the gun. He did this with great speed and this further astonished Jack because he had never seen his father using guns before. His father also took an AN-94 off of the wall and upon opening a different ammo can took out a 100 round drum magazine and slipped it into the magazine port on the gun. He unfurled a three-point sling and placed the sling behind his neck and under his arm then moved the gun so it behind his right thigh. The two ammo cans from whence he had taken the magazines he now pulled forwards towards the front of the car and placed them next to Jack and then pulled a third one up as well.

"When I need you to, I need you reach into one of these and pull out a magazine and hand it up to me." John said half shouting. Then motioning towards each of the boxes "This one's M249, this one's AN-94, this third one, is grenades. When I tell you, reach into it, pull one out, flip off the safety lever, pull the pin out and drop it out the window."

Before Jack could respond, he reached up and slid back the moon-roof cover, which was comprised of metal slats, which, when pulled back, slid upwards forming a shield behind which John positioned himself. He pulled the legs of the M249's bipod down and placed them on the opposite side of the metal barrier than he was on. He flipped a lever on the gun from 'safe' to 'auto' and then positioned himself so he was aiming down the highway.

"Dad, I know this may not be the best of times to ask this." Jack started "But, who the hell is trying to kill us??"

"Umbrella Corporation." John answered somewhat shortly.

"And why might they be trying to kill us?" Jack asked as he tried to level with the fact that somebody wanted him dead.

"Because of what I know, who I know, and the threat we pose to them."

"Oh...okay." Jack responded in a thunderstruck, almost sarcastic way.

Then Jack heard it. The thunderous roar of engines behind them. He looked in the rear-view mirror and saw them. Following them at a very high rate of speed were what looked like Warthogs from Halo. They were in fact Desert Patrol Vehicles, made and outfitted by the Umbrella Corporation. They had a .50 caliber main heavy machine gun, an M-60 light machine gun, and an MK19 40mm grenade launcher. Jack became very, very scared. There were 15 of these vehicles following them, and then them, one very lonely, outnumbered, very much outgunned them.

"Here they come!!" John screamed at Jack. "I know things are going to be getting a bit hairy, but look for exit 72! That's where we have to get off!"

Jack was a bit too petrified to respond. He kept looking in the mirrors, seeing all those guns, knowing they were pointed straight at him. Just waiting for the chance to unleash their deadly payloads into him. He started decelerating.

"KEEP MOVING!! DO NOT SLOW THIS CAR DOWN!" John screamed at him, snapping him out of his momentary daze.

"Right!" Jack called up to his dad.

"Okay, grenade! Two of 'em!" John yelled down. The wind from the car's speed necessitated screaming in order to relay information. With this command Jack opened the ammo can, reached in and found an apple shaped, high explosive grenade in his hand. With one hand on the wheel, he flipped the safety latch off, then momentarily taking one hand off the wheel pulled the pin out of the grenade, rolled down the window and dropped it over the side. He quickly repeated the process for another grenade. Several seconds later he heard two explosions and upon looking in the rear-view mirror saw one of the DPV (Desert Patrol Vehicles) lying in a smoking ruin.

"HA! One down!" Jack said rejoicing. However, the only answer that Jack got was the barking of machine gun fire coming from above him. The roar of the gun was deafening and he could hear the spent shells raining down on the side of the truck. Jack began shrinking forward as if trying to fold himself up and stuff himself inside the steering wheel. There was a continuous roar of gun-fire from above and suddenly it stopped.

"MAGAZINE!" John screamed down. Jack reached into the ammo can and pulled out a magazine and handed it up to his dad. It was subsequently shoved into the gun, loaded, gun cocked and the firing re-commenced and the sound of gasoline igniting and exploding filled Jack's ears. 'Another one down...' Jack thought. Jack then noticed a green sign with white lettering. "Exit 54". 'Oh God, only at exit 54...we have to get to 72!' Then yelling up to his dad "DAD!! EXIT 54 COMING UP!!"

"Okay! Just keep driving!" Was the reply, supplemented with more and more gunfire. Then suddenly "INCOMING!!"

Jack instinctively looked in his side mirror saw the grenade's white smoke trail coming in on the left side, jerked the wheel slightly to the right and sped up as fast as was possible. His dad ducked down into the safety of the interior of the truck and the vociferous boom of the 40mm grenade exploding about 20 feet behind them threw them forward. Jack steadied the car on the road and accelerated to the truck's maximum speed. His dad grabbed several grenades pulled the pins on each, threw them both up out of the opening in the ceiling and heard them bounce their way down the back of the car and several seconds later explode. Another DPV lay in ruin: 13 left.

While inside the car, John put down the M249 and the AN-94 and took something off the wall: an M4A1 assault rifle with an M203 40mm grenade launcher attached to it. He opened yet another ammo can took out a magazine which was thrown into the gun, and then out of another can a shining 40mm grenade was taken out and put into the grenade launcher. The grenade ammo can was left by Jack, but the other two were moved back and two more cans were pulled forward.

"M4 here! M203 here!" John yelled motioning to the two cans.

"Right!" Jack said. It was at this point that Jack realized something: they were being shot at. He had only heard the machine gun blasts coming from above him and the shells bouncing off the car. But now he heard the pounding of bullets on the back of their truck. He looked out the right window and saw that the mirror that should have been there had been blown off and now shards of glass hung there limply, waiting to fall off. John had slid into the passenger's seat, he was looking exhausted.

"Let me take the wheel, get up there and give 'em hell!" John suddenly said. Jack was petrified. Him, go up and shoot?? He had never fired a gun in his life!

"But, I - - " Jack began to protest but was cut off by John "Trust me, it'll come back."

"What...?"

"Just get up there, we don't have much time." With this John slid into the driver's seat and jack crawled into the back of the truck. He picked up the M4 and, with an instinctive nature, released the magazine currently in the gun, picked up another shoved it in, cocked the gun and reloaded the grenade launcher. He thought to himself "How did I..." However, he couldn't finish the thought.

"Get moving!" John yelled at him. With that Jack poked his head out of the roof and heard bullets spraying towards him. He heard the whizzing of bullets going past his head, the plinking of bullets hitting the metal shield in front of him and the roar of the engines behind him. He stuck his head far enough out so that he could prop the gun on the shield and aim down at the cars pursuing him. He aimed at the middle of the nearest DPV and let out two three round bursts. The front tires of the vehicle crumbled and the rest of the car followed the exploded wheels into the ground. Jack then moved the sights over another vehicle. He could make out the driver and let out a burst of lead into him and saw him be pushed back by the bullet's force and subsequently saw the car swerve out of control and crash into the adjacent car. Jack then flipped up the M203 leaf-sight and aimed at the wreck. As the survivors of the crash were pulling themselves out of the ruins, Jack sent of a 40mm grenade and landed it exactly where he had aimed it. The two vehicles exploded in flame. 12 cars left.

Jack dropped down briefly, ejected the spent grenade shell and loaded another one. He jumped back up and sent off several bursts of fire in the general direction of the pursuing vehicles, not aiming at anything, just blindly shooting. He saw momentarily that three of the cars were in a diagonal line. He dropped down picked up two grenades, pulled the pins out of both jumped up and rolled them down the roof of the truck. He then took aim with the grenade launcher and lobbed a 40mm grenade right into the engine block of the first car. Shortly after the resulting explosion the two grenades exploded causing the other two cars to explode. 9 remaining cars.

Again, Jack dropped down and reloaded the M203 grenade launcher. He took out the magazine from the M4 and picked up a 200 round box magazine. He shoved this into the magazine slot of the M4 and as he was ascending to his fighting stance he flipped the selector switch from 'burst' to 'full'. He saw the nine remaining cars approaching rapidly. He lined up the weapon's sights directly at the first car and let out a 2 second burst of fire. The weapon had spewed out 60 bullets directly into the driver's and passenger's seats of the vehicle and had sprayed into the rest of the DPV. It began slowing down and eventually stopped as there was nobody left in it to operate it.

The eight remaining cars put themselves into a formation of some kind. Rather stupidly on their part – Jack thought – for they had made a V shape with the point facing Jack's car. He saw what they were going to do, and then realized that if he didn't act very quickly his life would come to a swift and speedy end. Each car had a grenade launcher on it. In their current V shape they could carpet bomb the entire highway making it impossible for Jack's car to evade the grenades. Jack had 170 rounds left in the magazine and a grenade in the grenade launcher. He heard the simultaneous firing of the eight grenade launchers behind him.

"HIT THE BREAKS!!" Jack screamed down to John. The brakes were applied very rapidly and sent the whole truck screeching to a halt. As the truck slid forward Jack began firing off the entire 170 rounds into the approaching cars. The first fell and swerved right smashing into the one next to it and created a domino effect with the cars on the right side of the V. The white trails of the grenades flew over Jack's head and they grenades landed about 20 yards ahead of him sending a fiery-hot wave of air towards him.

Four cars were still approaching and Jack, without releasing the trigger moved his sights over the driver's seat of the first. The recoil of the gun was digging into his shoulder but the first car swerved, also to the right. He heard the clicking of the bolt of the M4. It had jammed.

"Damnit!" Jack said as he knelt down into the car. "It's jammed!"

"Shit...how close are they??" Was John's response.

"70 yards, getting closer. There's four left."

"Here, use this." John said handing Jack an M-1014 military assault shotgun. It had a scope mounted on it, which Jack found odd. Sensing this:

"6 slugs and one in the chamber" John explained, this meaning the shotgun was not using shot, but instead bores – which are very large bullets with the same range as a normal shotgun shot.

"Gotcha." Jack said rising up, seeing the DPVs about 60 yards away. Jack looked down the scope and found the front left wheel of the first of the four cars. He fired off a slug and saw the tire completely tear apart. The car began swerving left, but the driver rashly pulled the car to the right causing it to fly off the side of the road. What Jack had planned didn't work. He hoped the front car would cause the next three to crash, but unfortunately they hadn't. They were now only 50 yards away. Jack aimed straight at the driver's head. He could clearly see driver's face and hesitated for a second. Until now he had not seen his victims and then remembering this man was trying to kill him and he let off a slug. He driver was thrown back with the immense force of the slug and swerved across the road to the left. Two cars.

This time he found the gas tank and let off a slug. He missed. The cars kept coming at him. They were spewing bullets back at him, but he was now not phased by this and just kept concentrating on his target. He pulled the trigger and felt the gun lurch backwards into his shoulder and saw the gas tank and let off a second slug. This one found its mark and the car exploded where it was and proceeded to slide forward. The final car bounced over a piece of debris and rolled over onto its roof. Several seconds later the soldiers were trying to get out. Jack descended into the cabin of the truck and found his dad handing him a sheathed katana.

"What do you want me to do with this????" Jack said completely astounded and dumbfounded.

"Fight them." Was the simple replay from his dad.

Jack took the sword and exited the vehicle. He had naught but the Hummer and his newly acquired sword between him and four highly trained, very well armed soldiers. He was now very doubtful that he was going to make it through this day.

He peeked around the back off the Hummer and saw the soldiers approaching in a line, looking like a SWAT team. He stepped out with his sword held out in front of him at chest level, one hand on the pommel and another towards the end of the blade. The first soldier fired a three round burst from his MP5 submachine gun at Jack. Jack had already instinctively calculated the angle of the gun and figured out where the bullets would land. He moved his sword in a sweeping motion across where the bullets were headed – which happened to be his head – and managed to deflect them. The soldiers stopped dead in their tracks. The first fired off the remaining 27 rounds in his magazine all to no avail. Jack managed to deflect every single one. As the soldier fell to the back of the line to reload, Jack sprinted forward deflecting the hail storm of bullets heading at him, all four soldiers had emptied their magazine at Jack, but Jack had not a scratch on him.

Jack kept running towards them in a state of rage and instinct and the soldiers began backing down. They had never seen somebody able to do this. This was out of their league, out of their imagination. Jack was within striking distance when the front soldier began drawing his pistol. Jack passed him by and sliced him across the stomach, sliced the next soldier upwards across the chest, then next diagonally down across his neck and the last across his back slicing his kidneys and tail bone. The soldiers fell and all was silent save the clicking of the pistol hitting the ground.

Jack stood motionless. He had not realized he was covered in the soldier's blood. He was in shock. He didn't know himself. It was impossible what he had just done. He had handled a sword only once or twice in his life and never with the intention of actually killing somebody. He slowly recollected what he had done. The precision with which he had killed. He couldn't bear to believe he had killed all those people. And yet as he turned around and saw the bloody corpses of the soldiers, he realized he had. "How...?" He thought, over and over again "How...?"