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Sid awoke as the SUV hit a pot hole in the already bumpy road. He hadn't slept in quite some time, so he was a little agitated to be awoken so suddenly. Sid looked out the window that he had been sleeping against and saw nothing but hard rock moving very quickly past him. He then turned to look out the other window to see dark storm clouds that were blocking what should have been a nice a sunny day. Sid couldn't remember the last time he had seen clouds that dark. For all he knew at this moment of just waking up, he may never have before in his life.

"How much further?" Sid asked the driver.

"Not far, sir." He responded

This was the most Sid had said to either him or the other agent sitting next to the driver. He didn't much like talking to brainwashed little puppets of the government types, much like the two who sat in front of him.

Sid pushed back some of his black hair that had fallen into his view. Unlike many of the other members of I-Spec who had the usual governmental/ military hair cut, Sid liked his hair long and unkempt. He also was different in the way he dressed. He wore blue jeans, a dark brown shirt and a black jacket with his pistol holstered under his shoulder.

The man sitting next to Sid was a perfect example of the governmental type. He wore a black suit with a white button up shirt and a blue tie. His hair was a dark goldish color and was cut short in a military style. Most would think he was a business man. This, however, was agent Al Morris. He was the lead investigator of this team. Al had been with the I-Spec for over ten years and had worked his way up the ranks. He was 42, ten years older then Sid, and had entered law enforcement when he was just 19 years old. He didn't care much for Sid. Sid's attitude towards the Government was what Al didn't approve with.

Sitting in the back of the SUV sat a young women with her legs and arms crossed. She had on a grey skirt with a matching blouse. She had long dark brown hair that was tied back behind her head. Her eyes were bright blue, but were covered by a pair of sunglasses. Her eyes were her most distinguishing feature. She always seemed to be wearing dark cloths, so her eyes stood out. Her name was Jessica Jordan. She, like Sid, had been with I-Spec for five years. Before that she had worked briefly worked for the FBI, but was then inducted into I-Spec.

The car slowed to a stop and Sid looked out the window. He saw a forest of trees with a path leading through it. As Sid looked at this site he could not help but feel a sense of unease. At the same time this feeling seemed familiar to him.

"This is as far as we can take you sir." The driver said.

"That's fine." Said Al. "We'll walk from here" with that he looked to both Sid and Jessica and gave them a nod. Both of them instantly got opened their doors and stepped out of the car.

As Sid closed his door a great roar of wings erupted as, what seemed to be thousands of birds flew out from within the forest. Sid instinctively put his hand on his gun.

"Jumpy, are we?" came Jessica's voice from behind Sid.

Still looking at the forest, Sid slowly removed his hand from his weapon. Without turning to look at her he replied, "You could say that."

The car took off and Al stepped forward. "We should get going. We don't want be walking out here in when it gets dark."

Jessica nodded, but Sid was already walking towards the path. Noticing this, she ran after him.

Al took another look around before he hurried after them.

The wood was extremely dark, thanks to the storm clouds above them. Outside of the path they were walking on there was nothing but blackness with an occasional tree. There was an ominous feeling through out this forest, like something was watching them. The trees reached high into the air to and looked as if they would close in at the top, caging in whoever was walking within them.

As they walked Al went over the briefing that he was given before they had left. "There isn't any evidence of a T-Virus infection, and the Government wants to keep it that way." He said. "Sid, is there any warning before it happens?"

Sid stayed silent for a few moments. "No." he said coldly. "They just die."

"Well, then that means we are going to have to keep an eye on everyone." Al said. Sid stopped paying attention. Flashes of his friends and civilians being attacked and turning flooded his mind. The sound of flesh being ripped from bone rang through his head. An occasional gun shot. Then the screams start. He tried so hard to block out these sounds and images, but they always came back.

Jessica kept eyeing Sid. She knew all about what he had seen and done, and she worried that throwing him back into a possible situation like that again may cause a mental break down. Him having access to weapon worried her even more. What if he eventually can't tell the difference between reality and his fears? She thought to herself.

"It should be just over this next incline." Al pointed towards a small hill in the path ahead of them.

Sid's moved franticly, looking in all directions.

"You going to be ok?" Jessica asked, putting he hand on his shoulder.

Sid let out a sigh. "Yeah, I'll be fine." Just after saying this, a snow flack landed on his hand. He looked up and saw more begging to fall.

"This is going to complicate things." Al said as he looked up at the falling snow.

Just then a twig snapped behind them. All three of them spun and drew their weapons. They stood there for a few seconds, but to Sid, it felt like hours. Again, his mind was flood with the images and sounds he feared so much. After another few seconds Jessica and Al lowered their guns.

"Must have been nothing," She said with an uncertain tone.

Breathing hard, Sid slowly lowered his gun. "Yeah," he said. "Nothing…"

Al looked around and shivered a bit. "Lets keep moving before this snow fall turns into a blizzard."

Suddenly, Sid was on the ground, knocked down by a shadowed creature that had lunged out from the bush that they had just looked away from. The creature landed on all fours and then quickly rounded about and growled loudly. Both Jessica and Al had their guns pointed at whatever it was, ready to take it down.

"Nine!" Came a voice from the woods. A man in old tattered cloths ran out and stood in front of the creature with his arms out. The man began to speak very quickly in Russian, sounding out of breath.

Al lowered his gun and took a step forward. "Sir, sir, do you speak any English?"

The man took a deep breath, "Yes." He said finally. "I said, don't shoot, he's my dog." With that he turned and kneeled next to his dog.

As Al and Jessica lowered their guns, Sid got to his feet.

The man was still breathing hard as he looked back up to the three agents. "My name is Boris." He said, "And this is my dog, Leon." The dog barked at the sound of his name.

Al holstered his weapon and took another step forward. "I'm special agent Morris," he started, "And this is agents Jordan, and Airis. We are here to investigate the disappearances."

Boris fell silent. He quickly looked around as if someone were after him. "We should head back to town. You can speak to our law enforcement there."