Harvey grinned as he stalked through the subway tunnels, there were survivors down here he saw a barricade on the entrance made from pallets. Bradley held out his hand to one of the twenty other prisoners and they handed him a crowbar, he rammed it into the corner of the boards and he pulled it out of the wall. As soon as it left a gunshot sounded and one of the prisoners dropped dead a hole through their head.

Harvey snarled at the body. "Break this thing down! I want these fuckers dead!" He yelled.

The prisoners all started going at it with axes and baseball bats and anything else they could find at that old hardware store.

Though as soon as they went at it a full auto gun tore though the prisoners leaving a blackened gory mess where their upper bodies used to be.

Harvey backed up. "Where the hell did they get a machine gun?!" He saw a couple of men in camouflage down the stairs, and an insignia of a white feather on their shoulder and a single white feather in their hats, the words beneath the insignia reading white feather militia. Harvey ran away, a bullet hitting him in the arm, as the rest of the prisoners were picked off by Militia snipers in the buildings. He cursed every last one of them, Bradley had a gaping hole in his shoulder and he saw the vines slowly closing the wound shut.

He gritted his teeth in anger, he'd been hunting and being hunted by that militia for the last three and a half days. Apparently he'd vastly overestimated his men, he'd started out with nearly a hundred, then it went to seventy after their first encounter, then dipped to twenty as they were picked off one by one over the last week and a half, he felt one of his teeth crack and tasted iron from his biting down too hard. He'd been lured into a trap by the militia soldiet they'd captured the yesterday, they gave him instructions to their base, he should have made sure they weren't lying before blindly getting themselves killed.

He needed to get out of the city, it'd be only a matter of time until the militants would attempt to track him down and put him down if he stayed here.

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Jameson breathed out as he looked up from his scope, they'd shot the man who was apparently leading the people but had missed and instead hit their arm because of their sudden movement. He tried to gauge another shot but they turned the corner, so he shot the person who was following them, the bullet hit them in the shoulder causing them to stumble.

Jim his mentor patted him on the shoulder. "I'm sure you'll get them next time bud."

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Jameson sighed. "I've been shooyin' since I was a baby pa, why didn't I hit them?"

Jim chuckled. "Even your great great great great grandpa Carlos didn't hit every shot he made especially at your age, but he certainly hit most of them, think of it like this son, atleast you hit both of your targets if only broadly."

Jameson nodded, his freckled face brightening. "You're right."

Jim brought a radio up to his mouth. "The last two escaped down an alleyway, get a pursuit team ready to track these clowns down."

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David had kept up with farming while his daughter had kept practicing her magic on some dummies he'd made from wood, hay, and some old burlap sacks he'd had in his farm. He'd found after a month of the hard work he could carry two bales of hay at once one in each arm. He looked up at the sun no longer looking like a cats eye, the black slit had increased in size and width, and now it covered a good chunk of it, the corrupting vines stretched in the distance to a point that he could vaguely see it crawling up the distant mountains to the degree that it looked like a dark shading.

He'd been working on a watch tower, because a couple of days ago he'd seen some people try to take one of his cows. He'd managed to scare the folks off when he shot a hole through one of the aluminum they'd been threatening him with when he told them to get off his property. Jona chasing them with a fire axe probably didn't help their nerves, but and Alice throwing fireballs at them definitely lit a fire under their collective asses.

He'd let Jona and his family stay when he saw that the vines couldn't enter their property. their own property had been completely covered in the stuff and Jona's cows had turned into chargers and destroyed their house, apparently his bull had turned into something scarier but it wasn't something to worry about yet, if it came here from out yonder then he hoped the barrier would keep it away, but Alice had said that some of the more powerful creatures could get through the barrier but would be slightly weakened while inside it.

David hammered a In the parts for the foundation until he'd made a wooden box, he'd need to get some cement so he'd have to plot a course to the hardware store.

He opened his menu and looked over the options, he found that he had an option to choose a subclass, he'd address that later, when he was with Alice preferably, she seemed to be the expert in these things.

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Ezra was sitting at his desk, looking over a map of Kansas state, his scouts said the infection had reached the mountains, one of them reported a moose that was infected the tried to hide up a tree but it apparently broke the tree as easily as one would a pocket fence. Only reason he knew how the scout had died was because he'd been in the operating room and was watching their helmet camera. The thing he'd seen didn't look like a moose anymore, it had thick black plates on it's head where which protected itself from the impacts of it hitting things with it's head, it's antlers were larger at that, wider and the usually dull protrusions of the spikes were gone, instead the horns were flat and the rims razor sharp, he saw it use those to sheer trees in half like they were made of playdough. The only reason he knew what in Sam hell that thing was was because it still had the general body of a moose.

He sighed, lighting up a cigar and looking at the sniper who'd saved his ass in Kansas city. She sat across from him, he leaned forward and offered her a cigar, she put her hand up shaking her head. "I passed someone on my way back to the base, he seemed a good shot, I want you to go over there, if they're still alive then then I'd like you to ask them to come back to base."

She nodded, and Ezra noticed she didn't speak a damn word since she came in here. "Can you speak?"

She shook her hand holding up a notepad. 'Was born with defective vocal cords.'

Ezra nodded. "Then I take it you can communicate using Morse code?"

She nodded. Tapping out a sequence on the table. 'yes sir'

He nodded. "Go on then, take what you need from the motor pool and armory."

She nodded, walking outside.