High-mane sniffed the air, and followed the scent of the shell.It was day now, and he was in his cursed flesh-form, although stronger and faster then the normal flesh-beings. His fur was almost gone, only parts of his face and head were hair now.
His pack was spread across the area, he didn't want to attract any attention. He padded through the rock-road, and saw one of the shufflers. He was angry at them for defying his rule two nights before, and the last night. He snapped the shufflers' neck.
He could still feel the pain of his wound Fire-arm had given him. It was a constant reminder of his failure, and if fueled his rage and determination. He jumped up a box, and looked across the area. He saw the shell moving through the city, going away from the sky-fire.
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Samuel asked doc to drive for a while, he couldn't bare sitting in that cursed chair any longer. He took his crossbow with silver bolts with him. Sparrow didn't seem to mind it that much any more, but he was inside a small room with three infected people. He wouldn't take any chance anymore.
Portal had suggested that they would go to his lab under the great laked north of here. Samuel's first throught was, how the hell did he know, or get, a lab under the lakes. His second was that it would take them to the airport, and if the lab wasn't working anymore, they could take a plane towards Wales.
He started to long for his home, back in the UK. He hoped that his family was fine, and that they would be protected on this island. No one knew of his origins, and he wanted to keep it that way. He could be questioned for his motives if they knew.
He twisted the ring on his right hand, and stared in front of him. Then the APC lurched and stopped.
"What the hell?" Samuel said..
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