Chapter 7:

Chris just sat their- his body shook with the violent crying and gasping breathes he took to try and calm himself but it all did no good. He had wrapped his arms around his mother and gave her one final kiss on the cheek before he stood up. The tears still flowing, he edged himself back into a corner. He slid down the wall, brought his knees to his chest and wrapped his arms tightly around them, he began to mumble under his breath,
"Where do I go… what do I do… I miss you both so much and you've only been gone a little while"
Outside things were going to hell- more than they already had. People who had once held up inside houses had gotten restless, some tried to leave in their cars but their paths were blocked at all turns either by barricades set up by the police in order to contain the chaos or by a mass car pile up. Those who tried to walk out of the city had met their fate rather swiftly. The creatures that lurked in the streets now had overran the entire city. Whatever was left of the police force had tried to set up a rescue point but inevitably it had turned into a mass slaughter, the un-dead had soon found their mark and within mere minutes they were upon a crowd of survivors who had gathered to plan an escape route through the town. One helicopter circled the city constantly, many had noticed it and had taken courage from the fact that they knew they were not alone. They held out hope that the helicopter would bring help- but what they held out for never came and these people soon were gone. The underlying chaos that many had not witnessed still existed although now survivors were scarce and the confusion and panic had died down. One solitary figure stalked the streets now, shadowed entirely in black and clad in armour this person seemed to know no fear. Weapons hung from his body, mounted in holsters and strung upon straps this figure lurked through the shadows, not running but taking his time. Dressed in what appeared to be a military uniform and a gasmask this person wore an insignia on his right arm of his jacket- an Umbrella logo- and below it a simple codename was stitched in perfect detail- Hunk. He paused at a street corner for a moment looking around at the chaos and the un-dead that roamed the vicinity. Underneath the mask he gave a look of distain as he raised his MP5. He eased his finger onto the trigger and unlocked the safety catch slowly, taking his time as he did with everything. He aimed for a head shot- he saw no point in wasting ammo and within seconds the blast had emanated into the night sky and the disfigured person now lay dead on the street in a pool of blood. He hastened his pace for a brief moment as he bolted across the street knowing that within moments the area would be set upon by hordes of the ravenous beasts he was now so accustomed to. He swung through a door on the other side of the street and into a building, "It will do for the moment." He thought to himself as he relinquished hold of his MP5 and took out a knife, the glimmer of the blade shone in the dull light, the perfectly polished edges sharp enough to cut through almost anything. He advanced down the hallway thinking to himself,
"Better to explore and find something useful than stay put and perish like the rest of those fools"
He paused at a door, opening it slowly he peered through. Nothing but a darkened stairwell but that was when something caught his eye. A faint sound like crying or somebody sobbing that was only magnified a little by the echo of the cold steel walls. He gradually made his way up the stairs slowly, step by step taking special care not to make a sound, he had once been taught that the element of surprise is a trusty ally and should never be taken for granted. The sobbing became louder as he made his way up the stairs and drew ever closer to the noise and then he was faced with something which he had never been taught how to deal with before, a boy firmly tucked away into a corner crying. Hunk looked around, the body of a woman lay there dead- he had enough brains to piece together the situation.
Chris looked up- still crying his eyes were blood shot and his face soaked, somehow he didn't seem surprised to see somebody standing there. He calmed himself for a moment and then spoke softly,
"Who are you"
Hunk looked down, his face hidden behind the gasmask which he wore,
"Names are not important"
He said sternly as he holstered his knife and instead raised a handgun pointing it towards Chris,
"Were you bitten"
Chris simply shook his head. Hunk was at a loss, he had never dealt with a child before- it would have made it easier if he had been bitten, a bullet or a quick slash from his knife would have finished it quickly and easily. He paused and looked to the boy,
"Is that your mother"
His words seemingly became warm now, his voice sounding less cold and strict. Chris nodded again,
"Where is you father"
Chris stuttered his words, he was still sobbing,
"H-h-he's dead"
Hunk knelt down and paused,
"Then we should get out of here. Its against regulations and my direct orders but you shouldn't have been brought here"
Hunk placed an arm on Chris' shoulder and helped him to his feet all the while wondering what the hell he was doing. He knew one thing though- something which he would bet his life on- this was that bastard Harman's doing.