Chapter V

Vincent Coun, a 25-year-old male, whose long black hair was pulled back into a ponytail, and electric blue eyes popped out compared to his tan skin, was running with his new found acquaintance, Kym Dravgh, a 21-year- old female, who has white hair, pink eyes, and snow white skin to finish her curse of blood, were running out of a D.C. Metro Station when they were greeted by an AK-74 and a Ruger Blackhawk.

"Infected?" a strong female voice questioned.

"No, we haven't been bitten." Vincent replied calmly.

"Ma'am, should we take them?" another voice, still female but with less power in it.

"Yes, we need all the help we can get," the woman replied. "You two into the jeep, now? I'm sure you don't wan to be here when the swarm comes, right?"

"Right." Kym said as she ran toward the military humvee. As she did, she tripped on a rock causing her to fall onto the pavement. She suddenly heard a faint scratching noise, and, in her stomach, felt dread.

"C'mon, Kym, we're ready to leave!" Vincent yelled to her from the humvee. But as she started to get up, hundreds of vermin scampered out of the sewers. Kym heard the humvee sped off, and heard Vincent's cry for her to run. She froze. Kym stood up slowly and turned around, to see a swarm of infected, mutated vermin.

Some vermin were missing all of their flesh showing muscle and sinew. The mutated ones were as big as a medium sized dog, with teeth sharper than an alligator's. They also had no eyes, none of them. Instead they only had dark pools where their eyes should be. And Kym did the one thing, the one mistake when dealing with infected animals. She screamed.

It was like a signal, the vermin swarmed in on her. Jumping onto her body, ripping away her pale skin, with every bite they took, and when she tried to tear them off. Kym felt unbearable pain. She continued to scream. One of the rats forced themselves into her mouth, going down her throat, and another and another followed that one. With infected rats eating Kym's internal organs, and her outer muscles, one of the mutated vermin came and tore off her head in one bite.

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"C'mon, Kym, we're ready to leave!" Vincent yelled to Kym, who was sprawled on the pavement stunned.

"To late." The girl in the passenger seat said.

"Yup. Time to leave." The driver said as she put the humvee into drive. She then sped off.

"NO! KYM!" Vincent yelled, as she became a spec on the horizon. He continued to yell until the woman in the passenger seat hit him on the back of his head with the butt of her AK-74 knocking him out.

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"Damn, remind me when we get to HQ to take a long shower. Would you, Areol?" Tori, a 17-year-old- brown eyed and hair, tanned skin woman asked her friend.

"Ok, Ma'am." Areol, 16-year-old, red eyes from a birth defect, and raven black hair with pale skin, replied to Tori.

"Areol stop calling me 'Ma'am', it makes me sound old, I'm only a year older than you." Tori pleaded with Areol.

"But you my elder in rank." Areol replied.

"None the less we're somewhat the same age, we're peers."

"Find then…Tori."

"Thanks."

"No prob."

As they finished the conversation they came up to a make shift wall. There was a large metal gate in front of them. Somewhere above someone shouted something in which Tori replied "Uninfected." The gate opened up and Tori drove the humvee into the complex.