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My newest story, i might not be the best...but here it is any ways. always wanted to do somethen likes this.

It all happened so fast, many people didn't know what to do; those who did knew and were ready. Truth is they weren't, after, it got out they don't know how but who ever let it out messed up. It didn't just infect one part of the world it infected it all. Now the world is full of the dead. A virus was the cause of it all.

That was five years ago, the world shrived and died, the U.S. became a desert, lakes dried up, water was hard, and wasn't hard to find, you just had to work for it. Going into the big towns and cities were risky, that's were the most are, every where you go they are they, some places they aren't, just had to be ready for when they do get there.

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The zombies head exploded inward; more fell to the ground as they were sniped down. Kyle lowered his Dragunov SVDK, looking around the Meijer gas station and a large grocery store that was behind it.

"Is it clear?" Sarah asked, her voice coming from the Mic headset that was in Kyle's ear. He scanned the area one last time.

"Yes, its clear, I don't know about the inside, all blocked and boarded up. Just be ready, see you guys there." Kyle said, getting on his green Harley Davidson WLA 42, it had a side car full of weapons and other things that were needed. He started it, a convoy of vehicles came past, and he waved them on, following close to a GM Pickup that was at the front.

A Zundapp KS750 pulled up along side him, it was Sarah's, he looked at her she was a Blue and white dragoness, around his age of twenty-three. She had horns that came out the back of her head and long brown hair and bright blue eyes, beautiful wings, she was 5 ft 9, wearing yellow fatigues a green shirt and a combat vest, also a pair of grey steel toed boots. She had a crush on him but he didn't know that, she was to shy to admit it to him. Kyle had a crush on her also but wasn't able to tell her. She and her brother had joined about almost a year ago.

Kyle himself was human, had shaggy brown hair, blue-green eyes was 5 ft 10, wearing his grandpas old Vietnam gear, he was also wearing the helmet.

They came to a stop a good thirty feet from the station, Kyle, Sarah and a few others went in to inspect the area for any more undead. Kyle tried the door it was locked he kicked the door in, they weren't gonna stay here for long. It was dark inside because of the boards that were blocking the windows.

"It seems really quiet." A Connor, a wolf said looking around the room sweeping his FN CAL around, alert.

"Yea don't they always." Sarah remarked chuckling softly, her Steyr Stg.77 AUG A3 in fire mode. There was the sound of Kyle loading his Colt XM-177E1, it had a laser sight, flashlight on it.

"Hey, Kyle how is your side of the place, find any of them yet?" Sarah asked as she passed another aisle.

"Well I on the other side of grocery store so, no not ye- wait I got something I'll keep you informed." He said.

There was a strange sound, it sounded like a wet squishing sound that came from behind,In the aisle Sarah had just passed. She stopped and went back to the aisle she past, there in the middle of the aisle was an undead human eating a dead humanoid fox. It stopped and looked up at her and made a loud growling moan, she lifted her gun at the zombie and fired, the bullets making it their pincushion. Three more undead came out off no where behind her; she spun around shooting two of them and kicking the other one in the head, shattering its jaw and sending it into its brain.

In the other side of the store Kyle was shooting at a small group of five undead, each a different species. Walking backwards he fired short three round bursts, not wanting to waste ammo. Suddenly a zombie appeared at his right and knocked him down, he pushed it back and grabbed for his gun but couldn't reach it; all the while the zombie was trying to bite him. He punched the zombie in the head before rolling away picking up his gun and unleashing hell on it.

Outside the chorus of guns could be heard, each gun had a different rate of fire and sound. Ahh Shit how many are in there Alex thought, ready to grab her HK-416 and help them. Alex was a red dragoness, had black horns that came out he the back of her head, and blue hair. She was in her twenties, around twenty-three years old like a good amount of the people. She was the leader of the group; no one questioned her about it. There was suddenly a loud boom, sound that came from a grenade.

"Ok that's it lets get them some backup." Alex yelled, she and five people went in to help them out.

They stepped inside the building to find undead every where!

"Fuck! Hold them back, the door is almost open!" Kyle yelled at the team that was surrounded by undead, trapped in the storage section of the store. The door was locked; it was an old one, it was too thick to shoot through if he missed the lock they would all be dead, as the last pin locked in place, the lock disengaged. "YES! It's open!" He yelled before pushing on the door, but it didn't open. He tried again, still didn't open, the undead were getting closer with ever second!

"What the hell is going on open the door already!" Connor yelled, firing wilding left and right. The Horde of undead grew even closer, death was sure to happen if they didn't get moving!

"I can't, its welded shut! We have to find another way around!"

"What!? Are you fucking serious!?" Sarah screamed, she was on the floor, shooting at the undead, she had gotten her leg hurt when a heavy shelf laden with items fell on her, and lucky Kyle was around to save her before she met a very unpleasant end.

"Yes, I'll clear a path," Kyle said grabbing a M67 frag grenade, he threw it yelling, "Get down!" Every one ducked as the grenade detonated sending white hot shrapnel into the undead, making a large gap.

Just as they were about to make a run for it the undead started to fall all around them, the small group looked behind the undead to see a team of six people shooting the zombies down, in less than seconds it was over.

"Come on what are you waiting for get over here!" Alex yelled, Kyle help Sarah up and walked over to the group.

Once outside Kyle help Sarah into the Ambulance, and let the medics take care of her. He was just about to get in his 1973 Autocar, which he used to transport he equipment and cycle. When Sarah's little brother Jamie got in front of him, he got in Kyle's face. He was a green dragon about Kyle's height. He was around twenty-one, a moron too.

What did you do to my sis?" He asked in a threatening manner, he didn't like Kyle, and hated it when he was anywhere near his sister, he would act like an ass trying to make Kyle look like the bad guy. Kyle didn't fight with the guy but he was starting to get on his nerves.

"Get out of my way, I didn't do any thing she had a shelf fall on her." Kyle said and pushed Jamie out of the way. Jamie grabbed Kyle by the arm, Kyle looked at him.

"I am warning you stay away from my sister or you will not like what I will do to you." He growled. Kyle didn't even say anything but yanked his arm out of Jamie's grasp and elbowed him in the chest. Jamie fell to the ground whizzing.

Kyle just looked at him and said "I have had enough of you, you little shit. This is a warning don't fuck with me or you will be staring down the business end of my rifle." He pointed the gun into his face to show he meant it. After that he walked away to where Alex was.

"Ok, after a search of the buildings and station we found a large amount of food and gas, hopefully it will last us a long while." Alex said to some of the team that were putting the stuff away. She turned to see Kyle walking up he looked annoyed, she asked him what was wrong.

"It's that little shit Jamie, he wont leave me alone about his sister, threatening me that if I go near her he is gonna do something. I tell ya I am going to kill him if he doesn't leave me alone, I don't care if it gets me in trouble, and he has been nothing but trouble since we picked him up."

Just as Alex opened her mouth Jamie knocked Kyle down, and smashed his fist down at Kyle, but he rolled out of the way, jumped up and got in a CQC stance.

Jamie lunged at Kyle throwing a haymaker punch, which Kyle counter easily, punching Jamie in the chest, elbow him the face and kicking his legs out from under him, he fell to the ground in a crumpled mess. Jamie was not good at hand to hand fighting; he used bad moves and ended up getting his ass kicked.

"See what happens when you start a fight and aren't good at fighting hand to hand." Kyle cursed before he walked away, wanting to go for a little drive on his motorcycle to blow off some steam. There was the sound of a gun being cocked, he stopped in his tracks and turned around to see Jamie holding a Spectre M4 it was aimed right at him.

"I want to settle this here and now, I'm going to kill you, ever since I joined you have been a pain in my ass." He said in an angry voice, with a touch of insanity in his voice.

Kyle was now past the stage of annoyed he was pissed off, "What the fuck is your problem kid, what did I do to make you so mad? I don't see why you hate me so much." His hands down at both sides, right next to his dual Berretta 92FS Elites He didn't want to hurt the kid, deep down he liked him, but only a little.

Alex trying to stop the fight said, "Jamie stop this, Kyle will kill you he is good with guns and CQ-" but was cutoff by Jamie who said.

"Shut the fuck up bitch, I'm going kill him, you can't stop me!" When he said that every one that was around had there guns aimed at him. Sarah who was inside the ambulance at the time looked out the window to see Jamie aiming his gun at Kyle and everyone but Kyle was aiming there guns at Jamie.

"Jamie don't make me do this-" he was cutoff in mid-sentence when Jamie opened fire on him; he dashed out of the way running in a large circle around him. Everyone ducked for cover, the bullets missed him, Jamie was letting his anger take over, causing him to fire wildly spraying bullets all over the place, plus his gun was not clean properly, he was sloppy, thinking he was invincible, no one is. His gun ran dry fast.

Kyle whipped out one of his pistols and shot Jamie in the hand, it went right through his hand making him drop his gun; that was when every one tackled him, knocking him down and punching the crap out of him, until Alex yelled for them to stop. Kyle still had his pistol aimed at him.

"Don't fucking move! Don't you move one fucking inch!" A Fox yelled, which was a former cop and had an M93r pointed at him. Sarah came running up to the group but she didn't help her brother she stood there looking at him.

"Help me sis please." He begged; one look at her and he could tell she was not happy with him.

"This is your fault; I'm not going to help you. I saw you, your lucky Kyle and everyone didn't blow your brains out! I am tired of your fucken bullshit!" She yelled at him, she was right and he knew it. Kyle was gone by the time she was yelling at her brother, he was in on the other side of the camp now inside hisAutocar, no one stopped him, he was in no mood to talk. He knew that Jamie was going to fight him again but this time in anger that her sister had found out that he was the reason for the fights he started.

It was around 12:00PM, time for everyone to get something to eat; he got up and walked over to where everyone was. Crowded around an old limited edition 1986 Mack Magnum Superliner, which was a rusty blue-white, it had a chisel shaped plow on the front for running down undead. They had more than one semi to carry food, they had like more than ten tankers, which by using the fuel wisely it has lasted this long.

There were cans, Rations, spam, jarred foods, you name it. Two of the people who had been packing the food were handing it out, Kyle got a MRE, sat down on his motorcycle. He began to dig into the food when a bottle was thrown at him, it was deformed and blowing up, it landed in his lap he saw what it was. An MRE BOMB! MRE bombs weren't deadly just pranks people played on each other. Kyle jumped when he saw it falling over backwards of his seat, there was laughter from a group of people which had thrown it. Kyle saw them, jumped up, grabbed the bottle that was almost ready to blow and threw it; it landed in the owners lap. An orange male dragon, which was one Jamie's friends, it blew up, it was loud and painful.

The orange dragon fell on his side holding onto his hurt balls. Every one around was laughing at him, he had tried to mess with him and got embarrassed, today was not his day!

Kyle was just in the process of finishing his meal when, Alex approached him. He put down what was left of his food and listened to what she had to tell him.

"We need to go into town to find Ammo and if there are, survivors , we couldn't find much, take one of the buseswith Sarah and some of the team and look, we need to make sure that this place doesn't have any survivors. We have sent out broadcasts to tell them to meet at Saint Anthony's hospital that is about a few miles behind us, we cant risk all our vehicles and people you and a few of the others are the best that can hold off those walking piles of dead meat."

"So, what did you do with Jamie?" Kyle asked.

"Punished big time, took away he keys to his ride, friend has to drive him he can't do shit unless I say so." Alex chuckled, the little shit got what he deserved. He was lucky that he didn't get killed.

"All right, I'll take four of the M-814 Cargos that are on those trailers instead of the bus its take up too much space and aren't easy to turn through a lake of cars, I also need two cans of fuel and weapons; we have no idea how many dead are out there, I hope we don't meet any crimson heads, god I hate them." Kyle said, in minutes the small group was getting ready. Kyle was just finished with putting a small weapons box that held a few weapons and ammo, one gun he brought with that literally could clear a room was the XM214 Microgun the little brother of the big Mini's. Its caliber was 5.56x45, RPM was somewhere around 400 - 6000 rounds per minute. Its feed was 1000 rounds, which was the standard total capacity, it weight around 10.2kg (22 lbs) with just the gun alone, and with the tripod it was 38.6kg (81 lbs).The Mircogun was made by G.E.

"Ok, let's get moving, the faster we get this done, the sooner we can get the hell out of this town." Kyle said to the group, which were ready to go now.

Sarah walked over to one of the trucks and got in the one Kyle was driving, he was a good driver. He could do a drift in this truck and not wreck. "Alright let's get this over with," she muttered. "Hey, Kyle I'm sorry for how my stupid ass brother acted towards you, sometime's I wish I had a sister." The truck lurched forward as Kyle pushed down on the petal.

It took Kyle a second to respond, "Its not your fault, every one is different. Just I don't get why he doesn't like me, I don't hate him for what he did." Kyle was a bit nervous being so close to Sarah now, everyone else was in the backs of the trucks, which had a tarp over the top.

The roads were full of sand, the ground was dead, and there were trees that somehow were still alive. They had to maneuver around the cars, they came to a stop in front of an abandoned gun store, there were some Humvees around a old M-818 Semi with a XM-971E1 semi-trailer it was empty which meant that the guns were gone or were the in the building. It hadn't been touched the windows were broken but the gates that stopped anyone from entering were still up! And by the looks of it the guns too!

"Fuck, the infection must have hit this place hard and fast, or someone was hold up in here not letting anyone take these guns. This place would be almost empty if it wasn't those two, or these people were to dumb to know what to do." Connor said as he and everyone ripped the gate off, and went inside to collect all the guns and ammo.

Inside they found the pervious people that used to live in the building, all had holes in the head, killed themselves, no more than a day old. Too bad if they had just waited a little long they would have been saved.

One of the shocking things they found were two NSV-12,7 "Utjos" heavy machine guns which were equipped on 6T7 infantry tripods. They found two washing machine size crates that were full of 12,7x109 mm ammo canisters for the NSV_12,7.

They found so many military and Civi weapons, to Kyle, Sarah and everyone it felt like Christmas almost, but this was a good size find. They found a lot of guns that, and many guns they had only dreamed of seeing. But this was only a small amount of a military arsenal. They also found out this was a military outpost, all the weapons that were there before they got there were gone. They checked the barrel of every gun and cleaned it out if they had to; if you didn't clean the barrel when it was clogged and fired you would be a very unhappy person or dead. When they were down three of the trucks were filled with the weapons, but people could still get inside them.

"Ok......We are somewhere here," Kyle said, tapping the spot where they were at on the Map display of Michigan City from the GPS which they had hacked into a Satellite. "Andd....we go five miles to the hospital, Dam there is probably gonna be a lot of them out there."

"That's why if we see any we run them down." Sarah remarked. Kyle floored it, smashing a battered old S-10 away that was in the middle of the road. This town once looked nice, and must have had a lot of nice people, Kyle had never been here, and he lived in Florida when the infection broke out.

"HQ, HQ, this is Farcry 1 we are on route hospital. So far we haven't seen many of the deadies." Sarah relayed over the CB, there were a few undead here and there, but the roads where filled with vehicles which were on the sides of the roads thankfully.

"Something's not right here....where are all the undead they should be all over us or at least nearby?" Mike muttered into the CB, eyes darting all over the place. There were some but not a lot. He got his answer which was a loud explosion; it came from around the hospital, a mile away! The undead were surrounding the survivors at the hospital, the makeshift barriers broken, so far they were holding them back. But they wouldn't last for long.

"Shit! MOVE, MOVE, MOVE! We need to help them!" Kyle yelled, throwing the truck into a left drift down a street, flatting a zombie into a pancake too. He slammed on the brakes hard, every ones jaw dropped at the scary sight. The whole parking lot was full of undead, trying to break into the entrance and eat the survivors.

A storm of 20mm grenades rained down on the zombies from the top of the five story building. Kyle and every one in the trucks honked; the horns to get the survivors attention and to draw the undead away from them. Seconds after they honked the horns they floored it and began to run down the undead, blood splattered everywhere, coating the trucks in seconds. The sound of bodies hitting the trucks, bones being crunched, smashed could be heard, they came to a stop in front of the entrance there were just to damn many undead to run down, they had to get out and take them down.

They put the trucks back to back in a diamond shape, got on the top of the trucks with heavy machine guns, grenades, pistols, etc. Kyle had picked up one of the NSV-12,7 "Utjos" with some canisters of ammo, since the NSV-12,7 only had about fifty rounds each. He slapped the case on, loaded and fired.

Up on the roof the Survivors' had picked up a M202A1 FLASH which used M74 incendiary rockets.

"Burn, Motherfuckers!!" the survivor said as he looked down the scope of the launcher and fired all four rockets each a good distance away from the people helping to get them out of here. The rocket hit large groups of the undead, setting them on fire, the rotting flesh now began to cook, there brains seared, killing them.

Kyle yelled for everyone to stop, there were barely any undead left, then jumped down, bats, clubs and other objects in hand; they started to beat them to death.

"Yea, eat it dead head!" Connor screamed as smashed in a zombie's skull with a sledge hammer. In minutes it was over, the lot choked full of undead, some were still convulsing as they started to die away. Kyle looked around, making sure that there weren't any of the dead left alive.

"Ok, lets get those people out of here." He said as the group walked up to the entrance.

There was suddenly a very loud crunch sound that came from the ground, every one turned around to see a large crack by the Manhole in the middle of the lot. BAM, CRUNCH! There was that sound again, the ground was starting to buckle, what ever it was that was under the ground it was big! The ground split open as the creature jumped out, and landed on the ground. What they saw standing in front of them, scared them shitless, it was a Tyrant!! Eight feet tall, heart on the outside of its chest, fists like steel. This Tyrant had no cloths on there was no sign of its male parts, must be inside of them or none at all, could be the type it was this one was a T-067 model it had no lips, the teeth could be seen, its eyes bright white.

"Dear god! We need to help them!" One of the survivors said to the others, they all agreed, if the people saving them died, they would be next on the Tyrants kill list. They immeaditly ran to the door and down the stairs, towards the entrance, the elevator was dead no way they could use it so they took the scenic route. The stairs a few of the survivors stay up top and provided cover fire.

"Oh, my god..." Sarah said in a voice dripping with fear, she had never faced let alone see a Tyrant; she had never heard about them. It started to walk very slowly towards its prey; it had all the time it wanted to kill them, any way it saw fit. It looked to its left and saw a small group of five people trying to run away, they wore no armor no protection but simple clothes, it ran towards them, they opened fire but it was to late it caught them ,and butchered them. Breaking necks, spines, head, ripping them apart, it was a quick death. There screams could be heard but here was nothing they could do to save them.

A few people were shooting at it, the snipers were attacking it, and it wasn't doing that much damage to it.

Fear spiked in all of them, if this thing got a hold of them they were dead!

Kyle aimed his rifle at the Tyrant and yelled, "Run! I'll hold it off!!"

Everyone looked at him in shock; he was risking himself to save them. Any lesser man would have ran away like a pussy, he had been with these people for years, if he died at least he would die knowing he tried to save a lot of people and the one he loved.

"Kyle; that is suicide, that thing will crush you." Sarah yelled, she didn't want to see him die, she loved him to death and he didn't know it. She would take a bullet for him. But he loved here the same if not more.

"Listen to me," he said in a calm tone, it wasn't a commanding tone but one of experience, and fear. "None of you have ever faced one, its not like a normal zombie, they are hard to kill; you shoot them down and think there dead they aren't. You have to make sure they are dead. You can stay and fight with me just stay out of its reach!" He darted to the right and opening fire on it yelling, "Hey, shit head over here! Come and get it!" Kyle even flipped a 'Bird' at it.

It started to go after him, giving the crew time to get the bigger guns and take it down, Sarah instantly went for the XM214 Mircogun, she was gonna turn that Tyrant into Swiss cheese.

Kyle was hop/running side ways firing out rounds at the Tyrant, it dashed at him, he rolled out of the way, its fist smashing into the ground, leaving a small hole. He sprinted away, a good distance and opening fire again, BLAM, BLAM, CLICK-. It jammed! Fuck he thought, trying to unjam the gun, he finally gave up and drop the gun, whipping out his dual pistols and shooting, rapidly. The bullets ripped through the Tyrant, leaving ragged and torn exit holes. It didn't seem to hurt it that much it moved when the bullets hit it. A bullet hit its heart; it roared in pain and anger and stumbled slightly. It was pissed now!

The Tyrant dashed at Kyle again, he didn't react fast enough, it hit him hard sending him flying across the lot and onto the ground, he was out cold, and had several injuries now. If he hadn't been wearing that combat gear or armor he would be dead right now.

"Man down!! MEDIC!" Mike yelled before unloading into the tyrant with his USAS-12. It sped towards him, hitting him and sending him sailing into the entrance of the building; lucky he didn't hit anything but the window when he was hit, they didn't know if he was alive or not.

It went after the rest of the team bent on killing them, a few of them fled, scared for there lives, while others stayed and fought.

Sarah held the Mircogun, she had taking it off its tripod and was gonna shot it like the Terminator did in T2. She was had never fired a Mircogun before but she was gonna find out how to any way. She pressed the trigger down, the gun started up and spit out bullets. Riddling the Tyrant with holes. The Mircogun was very powerful, it knocked her back, and she had to drop the gun and went for her AUG!

The Tyrant lunged at Connor, throwing a big punch, it missed him by inches! It corrected its punched and threw its arm back, knocking Connor down. He scrambled to his feet just in time as the Tyrant brought both fists down on the area he was just at, leaving a large break in the asphalt.

Sarah fired off rounds at the Tyrant, it stopped attacking but it punched him sending him flying and into the Makeshift barrier of wood, sheet metal, wire, he was out of the game, now went for her. She thought about flying, but it wouldn't work it was to damn fast and the birds would rip her apart one piece at a time. She fired at backpedaling too. She felt the wall touch her back, she was cornered! The tyrant was getting closer with every second; Sarah pumped every round she had into it.

It was no use, she was cornered there was no way to escape, she gave up, dropping her gun and slumping to the floor there was no way to beat it. Tears slid down here face, she didn't want to die.....one of her thoughts were of good bye Kyle, see you on the other side. She waited for the end to come.....

A horn suddenly went off, followed by the thunderous roar of a diesel engine, it was getting louder in seconds. She saw one of the Deuces hurtling towards her and the Tyrant; she jumped out off the way, just as it slammed into the Tyrant. The Deuce crushed it into the wall, and kept on pushing, the tires were spinning on the ground, smoke erupting from the tires as the truck, wanting to crush the life out of the Tyrant in one murderous hit, and blood was pooling onto the ground and was all over the truck, covering the windows. The driver could not be seen. The truck stopped and backed up, the Tyrant was stuck on the wall intact, it was still alive trying to break free and kill! The truck screamed forward again crushing the Tyrant more, again it back up and the thing was still alive! The gears clanked, clunked, groaned, and growled as the driver slammed the gears. The truck smashed back again, it did this one more time, when it smashed into The Tyrant it was free but was thrown back and splattered all over the wall and truck, which sounded its horn in victory!

The survivors had just gotten out in front in time to see the kill the truck made, and cheered in delight, happy that the thing was gone!

The truck door opened, every one looked and waited to see who the driver it was. The driver stepped out and was in plain sight, it was Kyle! He fell to his knees holding his side; he was a mess, bloody, dirty and scraped up. Sarah and a few of the team members ran to his aid.

"Is everyone ok?" Kyle asked, grunting in pain, they needed to check his injuries.

A survivor from the group spoke up, "We found your friend that was thrown into the building.....he didn't make it, I'm sorry."

"Mike...no." Sarah said in a sad voice, he was one of the team's best friends.

There was a loud some of pounding that came from behind them, they turned around to see that the Tyrant was still alive, half of its body gone! Why won't it die! Every one but Kyle backed away in fear; Kyle was mad, very mad.

Kyle pulled out his full-size Jericho 941, and unloaded the whole clip and one more into it, yelling in anger. The Tyrant lay still now, it was dead for good. He reloaded the gun with a fresh clip and holstered it. He looked over at the pile of junk that Connor was under, he was starting to get up now, he had a big head ache and hurt all over.

Connor limped over to the where the rest of the team was, one of the survivors walked up to Kyle and shook his hand.

"Thank you for coming when you did, we would have died if you hadn't showed up. We have been living in this hospital for months now." The survivor said, he looked to be the leader of the group, he was a human.

"Are there any more of you here?" Kyle asked, looking around making sure there were no more undead or B.O.W's around at all.

"Yes, we do have others there are in some of the rooms, they got hurt a while ago, part of the building collapsed, but we cleared it up and got them help." The man replied.

Kyle knew this guy was telling the truth he didn't hesitate, and looking right in the eyes. "How long ago did this happen?"

"Oh...uh let me think....one...no...two weeks ago. They should be all healed up and ready to go. It doesn't look safe here any more, if there any more of those, monster mans here we are dead." He side pointing at the dead Tyrant.

Kyle chuckled slightly, "Yea, I know I hate Tyrants they are not easy to kill. We got lucky, it was an older model, and it hasn't mutated yet.....listen...we cant stay here much longer all the sounds, blood and us will attract them. Get all your people together were leaving now." Every one was shock that he knew what it was.

"How do you know it was a Tyrant?" Connor asked, every one agreed with him.

"I'll tell you when we get back to the rest of the team, we need to gather up our fallen comrades and give them a proper burial." Kyle said in a pained tone, he need medical attention to be sure he was ok, they gathered up there fallen, got everyone on board the trucks and hit the road. Kyle sat in the passenger seat, Sarah had insisted that she drive, he didn't argue.

Kyle leaned over and picked up the CB, press the button, "HQ, HQ, this is FARCRY1, we are two miles out from base. I have some bad news for you guys too." The CB crackled with static before the reply came in.

"Go ahead FARCRY1." The speaker said.

"We....we have six KIA's, Mike, Louis, Tony, Carl, and Luke. They got hit by a Tyrant. It was a T-067 model, I managed to kill it, thankfully it didn't mutate..." He released the button, it was silent over the CB nothing could be heard but the crackle of static.

"Fuck! Well at least you got revenge on the bastard, that what they would have wanted. God this is gonna be hard to tell Kate, she loved Tony..."

"We, will be back soon, I think you should let her know." Kyle said, he was upset, he had lost a lot of his friends, every one that knew those people were upset. The drive back was quiet, no one talked......