Renn

Her eyes narrowed. "I wouldn't have made it this far if I wasn't." Who did he think he was. Like anyone could survive if they didn't know how to use a weapon. This world was slowly but surley becoming hell. "Rpex....who was that person from before."

Layla didn't like people like that thing they fought along side with. She had heard stories about them. It was strange that she had fought along with it. She thought deeply about this.

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FangBloodthirst

"Turk, don't know much about him he is a werewolf with the Special Wolverine Forces." He said not really paying attention his mind was still on Russia he missed his home though from last report they were about to be in another civil war. That was the one thing he never missed the fighting with his own people. "Get ready we are almost there, the base is proble infected." He said already the smell of the fresh dead was reaching his nose. He raised his AKM and got ready.

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Renn

For a moment when Rpex said infect, Layla felt something come over her. It was like...something she should remeber. Like her past. It s was quick but then disappeared soon. She nodded to let Rpex that she understood. "Want to to stay back and snipe a few out or would you rather have someone help you??"

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"Cover me, but keep a eye out i am just here for the dog tags and equipment." He said fliping the AKM off safety and held it up. He walked over the dead bodys of his former comrades he bent over each one and took off there tags.

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Renn

She nodded again. She watched as Rpex wondered over to a dead corpse. A friend? An ally? Who knew. What mattered know was to watch for anything that moved.

In the corner of her eye she caught a glimpse of a blur. When she glanced quickly up she knew that it would be gone, but she had an idea where it went. She aimed her sniper, waiting. Each second was like an hour. Her heart began to beat fast. She stopped breathing, knowing sooner or later it would come out.

There! She shot and heard her bullet hit something. There was a cry. "I hope you aren't going to take too long....."

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He heard the cry of the creature, that wouldn't be the only one... it never was. He just entered the equipment tent when one of the creatures jumped out of the ammo cage he bashed its face in with his gun and pulled out his knife to stab it. He got one of the bags and started to fill it up. "What guns do you have we might have ammo for it." He yelled hopping it would carry.

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zyta

As time went on Alberio decided to recline himself against a suitable sized rock and relax for the time being. A few feet in front of him he prepared a fire, its amber glow painted his fur and cloak with a deep hue that bathed his face in light. His face didn’t have that much in the way of fur; it was thin, if you looked you would be able to see that his skin was outlined almost perfectly by his bones—a clear sign of starvation. Most of his face looked like a canine’s, right done to his snout and razor sharp teeth. His eyes were lifeless and often looked passed the distance as if seeing something no one else could see; they were of some dark color unrecognizable in the amber glow of the fire.

Lying at his side was his weapon, the sword that cleaved Cyberus in two with ease; for now the weapon was silent, there was no unearthly glow of plasma emitting from it or the humming of science that indicated that it was on. If someone was to look very carefully at the hilt they would see an impression, presumably Alberio’s, with text etched into the metal, but the writing was so small and rust built up around the text over the course of history so that it couldn’t be read.

Alberio pulled his cloak closer to his body and threw another log onto the fire with his other hand. Instantly the flames licked at it, cackling crazily with their long tongues. The half-breed’s hand fell then to the ground and lay face up, the ends of his claws touched one another, and then he slid his hand across the sand where he found his sword. The stars overhead were the only witness Alberio had one this night.

”Alberio, what do you like about me?” asked Raquel as she edged closer, close enough to touch him if she wanted to. Alberio instinctively stepped back several times and looked away.

The single room cabin they rented was small; there was a fireplace, one window, and one bed. Alberio already offered to sleep outside or on the floor, but Raquel turned his offer down almost instantly. Alberio’s back touched the wall: He was cornered! With no way out of the situation, he answered:

“Your smile.” Alberio didn’t look in her face when he replied; he was scared to know what expression she wore. “Seriously! I’ll stay in another room.”

Raquel answered by pressing her head against the half-breed chest firmly enough to feel his heart beat faster and faster. If Alberio really had wanted to he could have pushed her off at any moment, by now the infection had made his already incredibly powerful body even more so. Moving someone as light as Raquel wouldn’t even take a fourth of his strength. Raquel could almost feel his fear emanate out of his body for she whispered to him with a very soothing voice. “What do you think you will think when you die, Al?”

Alberio smirked his usual cynical smile and responded casually. “You’ll have to wait until I die before I can answer that, stupid.”

Raquel giggled.

Alberio looked up at the stars, cursing them silently. That memory was over eighty-five years old. What devilry was making him remember such things now!

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Sneakyarrow

Max was awoken to someone yelling. He shook his head, trying to clear it. The explosion must have knocked some rubble on him and knocked him out. He pushed the rubble away, getting to his feet. He saw an attractive woman with a sniper rifle standing there, but not the speaker. He started walking towards the lady with his rifle aimed at her. He stopped as he passed the equipment tent, His back towards the entrance.

"Halt! Who are you and what are you doing here?" He asked.

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Est Sularis oth Mithas
Going home soon.