A man shot up from the hard wood floor of a small house. A rifle was already in his hands and the safety was clicked off. The man had it raised, the stock stuck to his shoulder and his cheek was resting on it. Both eyes were wide open and he looked around, shifting his body when he had to look behind him. The man slowly got to a crouching position before slowly standing up. He turned the safety on and he lowered his rifle, letting it drop to his side as the sling caught it. The man had already let his guard down, shrugging it off as part of the dream. The man grabbed his dog tags and seemed to compare it to his comrades. "Viktor Anatolievich Kovshevnikov" was etched on the dog tags hanging around his neck. He wiped the beads of sweat that dropped off of his face. Last night, Viktor had the best sleep since boot camp, well, aside from the nightmare that he experienced.

Viktor slipped on the mask, that he was given before leaving HQ, and put his hood up. He wandered through the house he had slept in that night, the house that looked completely okay on the outside. The inside looks like it had just been through a tornado simulator and there were holes in the walls. Some were so small that Viktor believed them to be bullets. A few of the larger holes seemed to have taken a shotgun blast. He stopped in a somewhat narrow hallway. Down by his feet was a picture, it looked like a seen from the movies, the glass that the picture frame had held was shattered. He lifted the picture to examine it. Two children, a miserable teen, and smiling parents were in the picture. Viktor smiled slightly from under the mask at the picture, hoping that they had made it to a safe haven before this place became infested.

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Viktor dropped the picture and let it flutter to the ground. He quickly reached down and whipped out his knife. He slowly backed his way from the hall, believing the sound was just around the corner. But a light and quick growling noise showed that the creature was sitting at the top of the stairs. Viktor stopped in his tracks and turned his head very slowly. There it was, a man, probably the same size and facial features, well what was left of his face, as the man in the picture. Immediately, Viktor realized that he had slept in a house with the possibility the whole family was still here. The man-creature began walking down the steps of staircase, acting as if Viktor had not a single place to run. Viktor was frozen, he didn't move. The ugly beast had stopped in the middle of the steps and Viktor slowly crouched and placed his knife back where it belonged. They were playing a staring game and Viktor knew he was about to lose.

In a quick motion, Viktor ran towards the door, throwing a table down behind him and swinging the door open. He didn't bother closing it and he started to run as fast as he could through the street. The abomination went to chase after him, missing a step and tumbling all the way to the foot of the stares. Unfortunately, it had gotten up, and tripped over the table before hauling ass out of the door after Viktor. Viktor didn't look back, he slid over hoods and jumped onto cars as needed, trying to put as many obstacles and as much space in between him and the flesh eating monster. Viktor used a rear view mirror to look behind him as he was running. The thing wasn't in his sight, so he took a sharp right, almost falling from not slowing down enough. Viktor took off through an ally and took another sharp right. Viktor slowed down to avoid running into water. He quickly observed his surroundings and went off into his left, completely missing the girl that had been walking towards him from his right. He brought his pace to a light jog, his boots softly clicking as his feet hit the ground.