"The Parisian Metro... I wonder if it'll be like stumbling on another civilisation for the first time, ...or will it be like discovering an ancient tomb?" Lauren spoke her mind calmly, looking out to sea as John fired up the boat's engine and sent them South, towards the Normandy coast. It would take around six hours to get there at this thing's top speed - and by then it would be dark.

Viktor slugged Lauren in the shoulder and sighed, "Keep your hopes up, eh? Optimism is good in a fucked up world like this." He chuckled, looking over at Sam and then to the others.

"...Just trying to be realistic." Lauren quipped back, sparing Vik a more serious glance.

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Roughly seven hours later, it was late-sunset. As the boat was beached at the fishing village in Normandy, Viktor was the first to hop down onto the freezing sand. The temperature wad dropping, and fast. The team had to find shelter or they would suffer one of two fates: freezing, or being eaten alive. "I'll take point. Stay quiet. Don't hesitate to use flashlights, but turn them off if you can avoid danger." The English-Russian hybrid calmly told the others, staring up into the post-apocalyptic French town with his AK's flashlight illuminating the way.

Lauren remained by Sammy while it was dangerous - that was her place as her sister and as the one who watched over the squad protectively.

John followed on behind Viktor, flicking his nightvision scope on to see what was ahead. There were howls on the wind though. Mutants were coming - a LOT of them. "Must have heard our mighty rustbucket's engine as we came in. Hurry it up, guys." He advised.