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he scanned the surroundings. The cold
tendrils of paranoia began to slither up through his spine as he
waited for any signs of the rest of his team mates.
    'Cherry, chill, mate, we got you covered, Bolton has
jumped on the fifty so we have more bang for our buck up here.'
    Baker snorted at the use of his nickname. Ever since
someone had mistyped his last name on a docket slip he had been
branded with the nickname Cherry.
    Baker had sworn vengeance upon the
man who had forever tainted his name, but much to his chagrin, he had
never found the one responsible for comparing him to a marzipan based
English pastry.
    Glancing up to the ridge above him, he smiled tightly.
    'Fucking Bakewell.'
    Rawlings' quizzical tone slipped through the ear bead.
    'What was that Cherry?'
    'Nothing mate just comforting to know
that Oh two is on a high calibre rifle and covering my arse.'
    A stream of laughter filled curses poured into Baker's
ear like syrup, drawing him into a heartfelt smile. Bolton hated his
nickname but there was little he could do about it when it was given
to him by his C.O's daughter.
    Baker watched as they materialised in front of him,
seemingly from nothing, the hushed whispers echoing from them all
leant an ethereal quality to their arrival as one by one the seven
other members of the ten man team found their way to him.
    'Baker we got contact.'
    The resounding crash of a high velocity armour piercing
round being fired echoed throughout the valley. The tortured
screeching of twisting metal assaulted their ears as the vehicle
rolled over the compacted rock strewn dirt of the road way. The
gunner was tossed like a rag doll landing in a broken crumpled heap
seventeen feet from Bakers feet.
    A dark russet coloured smear worked it's glistening path
away from the smouldering, twisted wreckage that was once an old
Toyota pick up. Baker dropped to his knee, rifle barking as he
sighted on the on rushing mass of flesh before them.
    'They ain't going down, what the fuck?'
    Baker growled at Dimi's high toned, squeaking question.
The small Mauritian was the newest addition to the team and the least
clued up; which in situations like this made the rest of the team's
job that much harder.
    'Aim for the head; put them down for good.'
    Dimi immediately switched his aim, dropping six in the
first salvo. 'How do you know this shit?'
    Baker smirked.
    'Who do you think sorted out the Abu Naji problem?'
    Dimi's eyes bulged, shock skating over his features like
a figure skater over a frozen lake.
    'That was you?'
    Kingsley slapped Dimi round the head as he fired one
handed with his side arm.
    'No, it was Doctor fucking Seuss. Who did you think it
was? Baker was the one called in. Well, him, Rawlings, Bolton, the
Boss and myself but that's besides the fucking point. The point is
shoot, them in the head, anywhere other than their bonce and it's a
waste of time and ammunition. The virus fucks them up so bad they
won't even notice they were hit. Heart shot yeah that'll drop them
sure as shit ain't ice cream, but you try hitting someone in the
heart while they're screaming bloody murder and sprinting at you for
all they're worth. Shoot them in the head first time, every time.
Saves a lot of trouble and ammo.'
    As if illustrating his point, Kingsley snapped off three
more rounds, driving the nine millimetre hollow points deep into the
heads of the Infected closest to him.

    Rawlings' bolt moved in a blur as
he slid home round after round; every one finding its home inside the
cranium of any Infected he chose. The noise and dust seemed to vanish
as quickly as it appeared, the air shimmering like light behind a
gossamer curtain. The dust swirled and danced in the dimming noon day
sun as it finally began to settle and the road swam into view, the
sight they beheld stunned them all.
    Rawlings' voice shivered through the airways making
Baker flinch subconsciously at the sudden intrusion. The sharp static
chopped words were deafening as they shattered the