Hia, new chapter! Just incase you wanted to know the new characters that I have introduced in the series (For instance Eliza, Natalia, Milo, Drake, Brandon and so forth) are ALL based off of people I know in real life which makes writting it alot more fun (and for them reading it more fun)

"Great," Natalia moaned. "Just what we needed, a 'Licker'."

"Uh, should we be worried?" Brandon asked, taking a large step back.

"Yep," Milo breathed, his eyes sparkling with the excitement and fear he felt. Natalia muttered something about weak spots and pulled out her AK 47 from its straps. The "Licker" slowly crawled forward, its claws tapping with each step, its long, cruel tongue wafting around, sensing where it could fine its prey. It let out an inhuman scream and charged, put less distance between it and the prey it sensed. Natalia and Milo opened fire as Brandon hid behind Natalia who couldn't even roll her eyes. The "Licker" barely slowed, it most likely had a higher damage tolerance for the ammunition being fired at it.

Waiting to the last possible second, Natalia, Milo and Brandon leapt out of the way and repositioned themselves against the opposite wall. Taken by surprise, the "Licker" skittered to an abrupt stop to prevent itself from crashing head-first into the wall. Angry now, it turned around screaming in rage and faced the three that got away. But instead of charging again, the "Licker" used its secondary attack; its tongue lashed out again, and extended to reach out to grab Brandon's neck. It met its mark with uncanny accuracy and wrapped around the trashing human's lifeline as it had aimed. Brandon's eyes grew wide and he let out a wordless cry of disgust.

He struggled to unwind the horror that now had him gasping for breath, his hands uselessly prying at the coils.

"Cover me, Milo!" Natalia cried urgently. "I'm going to try and get that off of him, no mercy, remember?" She pulled out her old battle knife from the S.T.A.R.S that she always carried in her boot.

"Sure and good luck!" He called just as he fired another bullet with pelted the creature right where its eye should have been making it cry out in pain, an unnatural, inhuman screech; it loosened its grip on Brandon for a slight moment.

"Yeah, take that!" Milo laughed. Natalia rolled her eyes and dashed forward to the aid of the man they had come to save.

"Be still," She hissed, pulling forward the S.T.A.R.S knife, Brandon's eyes grew even wider.

"This…is…not…safe," He managed to gasp, fidgeting.

"Oh shut up!" She snarled. Then in another swift movement she brought the knife down on the creature tongue, its most horrid feature, the knife effortlessly slicing through the pink flesh like butter.

The next sound they heard would haunt them forever, it was inhuman but had the same pitch of a screaming human child, only colder and less human, like thousand of animals dying.

"Go both of you!" Natalia instructed, gesturing to the hallway. They both obeyed quicker than usual when they saw the object she had pulled out from her belt. Once they had taken cover Natalia pulled the pin off the grenade, threw it, aiming for the creature's open, howling mouth and dived to where the others were. She squeezed her eyes shut; the sound made her ears ring and she felt the ground rocket underneath her as if the end was coming. She didn't know it at the time but Milo and Brandon pulled her farther into the hall to save her legs from being scorched. Minutes passed after the explosion died down, until they finally ventured out to see the damage.

Milo looked away to keep from vomiting. Brandon gagged loudly and turned away as well.

"Ugh that's sick… and you people face this every day?" Brandon knew all about the B.H.P.T and recognized the symbol they both wore.

"Not every day," Natalia muttered, "But we get this a lot, right, Milo?"

"Yeah, every time's like the first," He smiled not wanting to admit he rarely saw any action like this before joining the B.H.P.T, not many people trusted a kid to take on serious tasks. Well he still was a kid but he had proved himself pretty decently.

"Well we should go now," Natalia breathed in relief, the adrenaline dying down leaving her somewhat shaky. "Hey, Brandon, are you infected?" She asked.

"Yeah," Milo added. "Why did they bring you here?"

"Am I what?" He asked confused. "Oh, yeah, no I'm not. I was kidnapped from a family picnic, a few months ago. I bet my family's worried to bits," he explained seriously. "I'm around twenty-four, and they said I would hold well enough, whatever they meant by that." Milo shuddered; he had a good idea of what they did mean.

"Hey would you like to come with us?" Natalia asked, "We want to see what's going on here and you're welcome to come along if you don't mind seeing more of what you saw here."

"No thanks, I've seen enough gore and blood to last me awhile and I would really like to see my family. Plus I'd only slow you down, you guys are professionals and maybe we'll cross paths again, but promise me you'll stop this." he didn't expect them to promise, Brandon was a religious man and he knew not even God could promise to end this, the job was too big, the evil was the evil of the human nature and these two couldn't defeat it all.

"Okay, I wish you luck," Milo said, handing the man a handgun someone dropped and probably wouldn't need since the chances were high that they were dead.

"I've never shot a gun at a moving target before," He complained.

"It's easy," Natalia smirked taking the gun and pointing it at him. "Want me to demonstrate?"

"No!" he exclaimed throwing his hand over his face as if it would protect him.

"Okay then we are good," She laughed, handing him back his gun.

"Don't do that!" He exploded.

"Okay then, I guess we'll be leaving," Milo said walking further down the hall.

"No! Don't go down there!" Brandon cried in panic.

"Why?" Natalia asked alarmed.

"It's not safe!"

"Dude, is that your catch phrase or something?" Milo asked.

"Well, sort of but anyway I had a roommate and for some reason one of the workers dragged him down that way," He pointed to where Milo had headed. "I came here to try and chase them down but then that…thing came out of now where an attacked me but I don't know what happened to Antoine. I have a bad feeling about this."

"Me too," Natalia breathed alarmed, "But we should go anyway, see if we can help, right?" Milo nodded.

"Okay…" Brandon muttered then ran off. "Don't say I didn't warn you!" His voice lowered to a mumble, "I don't mind recklessness but what they're doing is suicide!"

"Strange," Milo breathed, "But let's go!" he dashed off again.

"Milo! Wait!" Natalia cried running after him.

Drake rushed through the abandoned halls laughing much like a madman, Colt in one hand and the cockiest smile on his face. Those two were in for it now. And in the rush he didn't notice the empty syringe fall out of his back pocket and land on the ground.

Virus K, it read in bold letters. And Drake wouldn't go to pick it up because the thing he wanted most was to join Eliza and watch those two rats die, die and scream. He couldn't wait.

A/N: Thank you for all the reviews! I love you all! XD Thank you for putting up with me as well. And I would like to thank my friend Brandon for letting me use him as a minor character after ten minutes of arguing!

Brandon: -grumble- Why do I always get in trouble in your stories?

Me: Cuz it's fun XP

Brandon: Whatever XP

- Goodbye loves! Until next time! Love, Debra :D