The grenade ignited the air, oblitering the the monsters on the other side of the door, along with the door itself. Price shielded himself as best he could, covering his face with his hands. As the blast subsided, Chester strode over to the remains of the door, peering out into the explosion's smoke. The grenade had made short work of the closely packed monsters. Limbs had been blown clean off bodies, flesh had been blackened by the heat. A few mainly intact bodies were twitching, but showed no signs of their previous hostility.
Chester headed over to Price.
"Can you walk?" He asked, concerned, whilst checking Price's leg.
Price shook his head,
"I can't even feel it anymore. Walking's out of the question." He looked up at Chester with some hesitation. "You should go, I'll only hold you up."
"You think I'll leave you now?"
"You've got no choice; stay with me and you're a dead man."
"I'm not going to ..."
"That's an order." Price looked him in the eyes. "Get out while you still can."
"Sergeant, I can fix you up; get you drugged up on painkillers and you'll be moving faster than me. Let's give it a shot."
Price didn't reply right away, instead he reloaded his pistol whilst looking out the doorway. After several moments silence, he looked back up at Chester.
"Give me some of those painkillers then, if you're going to be so stuborn."

Chester Looked at Him and gave a Settle Grin. Chester Picked up his bag and emptied it on the floor. Meds and Chesters Notepad Flew out of the bag and Onto the floor. Chester grabbed the pills and threw them at Price.
Price Downed them and looked at the Notepad.
"I see you have been Busy Chester."
"Heh oh this yea it's ummm nothing." Chester Exclaimed.
"Sure it is. Don't worry i won't ask you any more questions."
"Feeling any better?"
"A bit, I don't know how long ill these things will last for."
"A Couple Hours at most in your Condition we need to seek medical help. So Sarge whats the Plan?"
"I dunno i thought you had one."
"Well do you want to see whose shots those were or stick with the Plan and head to the Church. Since we headed the Wrong Direction when we were in the SWAT van i think it'll be a good 2-3 hours on foot."
"Lets go see whose been Distubin the Neighbours Shall we Mr.Jones."

Price Attempted to get up and Chester ran over and helped him. Once up Price could stand on his bad leg. They Headed for the Door. Chester let Price go ahead of him. Chester looked back at the coloured stained floor.
When they got to the street it was as if the eartth stood still nothing was moving and everything was quiet. They made there way towards were they last heard gun shots. Slowly but surely they managed to get there. Bullets Blood and the smell of death was all that could be Reconized from this Bloody Battle. Men with Half there faces Tore off and Limbs Dispearsed around the ground. Chester ran over and saw a Crashed R.P.D cruiser with its doors open and Siren Lights on. He ran over and Checked if the Radio was still good. Dead. They moved on Following Blood stains and Empty Shells.
Chester walked the same Pace as Price with his Hand on his Shotgun trigger that was Slinged around his neck with a Strap. While Price had his hand on his Holstered Pistol.
They were Approching what looked to be a Fortified Convience Store. Metal Fence surrounded the Windows and Door.
"Do you see that mabye someones inside?" asked Chester
"I Hope they like Visitors."
Chester Knocked on the Door. No answer. He knocked again a bit harder and Asking if anyone was there. still No response.
Chester went around back to see if there was any movement inside the store. He heard something drop and Caught his Attention to Someone in the Back room. He kicked the door Down and he could soon hear whipsers.
He Flicked his Flash light on. and opened another door that Lead to and Upstairs Loft. Guessing the Owners lived above he Carried on hios search.

Back Downstairs Price was getting Restless and he went around the back to find Chester.
Passing a Window he could see someone Staggering up a Staircase. Not knowing who it was or what it was he didn't shoot. He got around back and Noticed the door was kicked in and walked to the Staircase.
"Chester you okay?"
there wasn't an Answer.
Worried Price made his way up stairs.
He soon meet eyes with Chester and he was Leaning a Againest the wall Ready to breach and putting his finger to his lips.
From Behind Chester Price saw a Man with his arms strecthed out moving towards him. price Pulled the Pistol out of the Holster and shot the Man in the leg. Seeing there was no Affect and hearing the screams within the room Chester turned to see the man and Chester Flinched Not knowing what to do when another Bullet hit its target this time In the Temple.
Chester sat in the Corner and Price walked over to him.
"What the hell was that, why didn't you blow his Brains out Chester."
"I...I..I don't know i just...Ijust didn't know what to do."
"Pull yourself together your supposed to be defending me."
"Now lets get moving."
Price Knocked on the door.
"Hello we are From UBCS were here to help can we come in."
No answer again.
Price Nodded to Chester and Chester Slammed his Shoulder into the Door.
there was a Young Women 2 kids and a Man Laying in the corner. Price ran over to the Women to calm her down and Chester went to go check The mans Vital Signs. Chester looked at Price and shook his head.
In the Distance They could hear a Car Swriving and Crashing into Something and Sreams of a Women.

Kenneth and the squad reached the Church with little conflict, and they were right: The church doors looked strong. They piled in quickly, and church was dark, only source of light was a large candle at the front of the church hall.

O'Conner: Alight, Kenneth and Korminov, search the east halls, Chan and Pierre take the west, report in 10. Wesner and Levac, your going to help barricade the doors.

We split up, Korminov and myself searching the dark halls of the Church. It was odd, a place of hope and prayer and in a time like this, we hadnt seen anyone. We searched side rooms, there was nothing much around, and no people. We then came to the end of the hall, and turned back to the main hall. On the way Korminov noticed something,

Korminov: These candles.. there’s no wax dripping. They were lit recently…

Kenneth: They couldn’t of… There is no one here…

We got back to the hall, O'Conner, Levac and Wesner were still working on the door and the others werent back.

Kenneth: Nothing in the east halls, sir. All clear. Where are the others?

O'Conner: Im not sure, but-

Before he could finish, his sight focussed to the hallway behind me, on the west side.

O'Conner: Oh shit...

I turned around, and there were several people holding Chan and Pierre at gunpoint.

Price turned to Chester.
"Check it out, but don't be a hero."
"Yes Sarge." He replied before heading back out the doorway.
Price turned to the woman,
"You alright ma'am?"
She looked up at him, lip trembling. She replied in a shakey voice.
"I....yes."
"The kids?"
"They're fine." Her eyes were glued to the man's body in the corner. Price followed her gaze.
"Your husband?"
She nodded her head
"I had to....." She showed him the pistol help lopsidedly in her hand.
"It's alright, there's nothing else you could have done."
She stared down and the floor for a few moments
"What's happening here? Who are you people?"
"We work for Umbrella; sort of like a security force. What's your name?"
"Jane, my kids are Mark and Alex."
"I'm Edward Price. The other man is Chester Jones."
Chester came back into the room, catching his breath.
"Well?"
"I saw two people get out of a car, they took off before I could get to them. There's alot of those things outside, we should move."
"Jane can you move?"
"Yes....I think so."
"Let's get moving then. Chester, you stay in front, I'll stick to the rear. Jane you keep an eye on the kids."
"Where are we going?" Jane asked.
"The Church on Bevis Street, do you know it?"
"Yes, my parents used to go there when I was a child."
"Alright, you keep us in the right direction."
They moved out.

It was night now, too late to go anywhere. Even if Yuri was alive there was no way he could go look for him.Patterson was exausted and was low on ammo. he was being escorted by the mysterious officer who had pulled him in the apartment complex.

"where are we?" said Patterson

they went up about 3 stories to a red apartment door.

"Home" said the cop

They entered the well lit apartment and closed the door. The cop locked up the door tight. Patterson looked around and saw a oppertunity to rest in the living room. He preceded to sit on the couch,when all of a sudden he was looking down the barrel of a shotgun.

"Who the hell are you?! where's Donavin?"

"whoa! whoa! whoa,calm down!"

"Where the fuc-"

"It's ok Steves,I found him running though the allyway."

Steves lowered his shotgun slowly,and extended Patterson a handshake

"Sorry about that,the names Steves,Sargent Benjamin Steves of the Raccoon police Department,or whats left of it."

Steves was a very heavy built african american with a shaved head.

"The guy in the S.W.A.T. uniform is Donavin."

Patterson turned around and said hello.

"So who are you? You look like Special Forces." said Donavin

"My name is Pvt. Patterson,Im with U.B.C.S. ."

"What the hell is UBCS?"

"It stands for Umbrella Biohazard Countermeasure Service, were here to save the civilans."

"Why would Umbrella send in soldiers?" Said Steves "And wheres the rest of your unit?"

"Dead i think." said Patterson with a gloomy look on his face.

As they halted at a street corner, Price checked his watch. It was just after 2am. It was starting to rain, adding to their misery. There had been no sign of those monsters for over an hour now; plenty of bodies of course, but none attacked them. They were making painfully slow progress. The children were tired, and Price's leg wasn't exactly speeding things up.

Price whispered to Chester at the front of their squad.
"How much further?"
There was a pause as Chester discussed it with Jane.
"About twenty minutes at our current pace. Its about five blocks away. We should keep moving."
"Agreed." They moved on yet again.
At the next corner, they found themselves illuminated by a burning firetruck. Price estimated the Police Headquarters was nearby. It might be worth checking the place out for supplies and survivors. But first they needed to get to the church. Hopefully there would be UBCS personel at the church. After all, squad leaders had been briefed that the church would be one of several pickup points in the city.

30 minutes later

At last they arrived outside the church. It was an old gothic structure. A strong steel fence ran around the building. The windows were high off the ground and the doors seemed to be strong enough to hold against an assault. It would make an excellent stronghold should those monsters find them. Price moved up to the front of the squad with Chester, keeping an eye behind them just incase they missed any of the monsters.
"See anything?" He asked Chester.
"There's a light inside, looks like a candle rather than an actual light."
"Anyone inside you think?"
"Maybe, but I can't see anyone at the windows."
Price looked around them.
"Alright, take Jane and the kids inside the fence but outside the church."
"Where you going?"
"I'll check the inside. It seems too quiet. You'll be fine out here for a while, ok?" Price asked
"Sure. Be careful."
They headed in through the gates together, before Price headed for the heavy wooden doors.

Chester's eyes followed Price until he disappeared into the darkness of the church. He looked back at the women and two children. The women had short Brown hair and Blue eyes. Reminded Chester of Jenna. He shook that thought out of his mind and started to think about the situation.
Chester Reached for his Berretta and handed it to the Women.
"I guess you know how to you use this?"
She gavce him a Decietful look and responded.
"Yes i guess i do."
She cocked it and put your other hand on the bottom of the gun.
The two kids Clung onto her while they waited.

Price tried the ornately designed wooden doors. They were locked tight. He tried slamming his shoulder against the doors, but to no avail. He decided to take a quick recon around the church, check for any other ways in. He headed through a side gate, following the brick walls of the church. The lights inside seemed brighter here, so it was easier to detect shadows moving around inside. Price stepped up to the coloured glass window, peering in.
He saw what looked like a Mexican standoff between several armed civilians and men similarly dressed to himself. He couldn’t quite make out their faces, but they definitely seemed to be UBCS. He was interrupted by a shout from behind.
“What in the name of the Almighty are you doing?” A gruff voice yelled.
Before Price even had time to turn around, the wall directly beside his face disintegrated as the man fired. Feeling shrapnel from the near miss burn his face, Price dropped to the ground, shielding himself from a follow up attack. Luckily for him, he had fallen behind an industrial sized trashcan. Whoever had attacked him was noisily reloading, so Price took the time to look over his cover. In the dim light he could just about make out a well dressed middle aged man holding a double barrelled shotgun. He was fumbling the shells, so Price took his chance.
Moving out from the dumpster so the man could see the hardware Price was packing clearly, he raised his voice.
“Drop that gun now.” Price said slowly and calmly, pointing his assault rifle at his assailant.
The man looked up into his face, seemed to decide it wasn’t worth it, and dropped the shotgun. As Price stepped forward, he saw the man was smiling at him.
“What’s so funny?” Price asked, as he kicked the shotgun out of the other mans reach.
“Just that you think I’d come out here by myself.”
On queue, another gun blasted. Price flinched, expecting to be cut down, but after a few seconds realised the gun had been fired into the air as a warning shot. A woman’s voice called out from his right.
“Drop it. Unless you’re curious as to the colour of you brains?”
Price still had his gun trained on the other man. He was still in the game.
“Go ahead; the second you shoot, I’m blowing away your friend here.”
“Trust me that would be a mistake. We have people watching your friends at the gate. At my signal, we butcher them.”
“You’re bluffing.”
“Maybe I am. In which case, go ahead, shoot him.”
Shit, he couldn’t call their bluff, he couldn’t risk Chester and the others lives.

He dropped the gun.

Footsteps to his left approached until he felt a hard blow to his head and fell to the ground. There had been four of them out here, surrounding him. They closed in around him in a circle; three men and the woman. She seemed to be in charge.
“Teach him a lesson. Don’t kill him, we need him alive.” She said, directing the end of the sentence to a large black man.

They punched and kicked Price into unconsciousness for a second time that night.

Chester and Jane Heard Gun shots coming from where Price Disappeared from. Chester could make out voices but they were Unindentifiable. Then another shot went off making Jane and the kids Flinch. Chester didn't want to leave Jane and the kids here so they went around the side of shuch where they heard the gun shots. right When they turned the corner Chester cuaght a Glispe of a Body being dragged across the floor. It was Price.
"Wait right here."
Chester ran to the other corner and sat aganest the wall Peering beside the wall. There was a back Door there was a Lady and a Man at the front motioning the two other men to take him inside. Chester motioned Jane and the kids to come meet with him.
"Theres Civillians the've taken him into the Church."
"Whats your plan."
"I dunno get him back. But i dont want you to come you might get killed." Chester looked and noticed a Shack a bit Father Back of the Church.
"Go in there and wait for me to get back. Only use that if its a Nessicity."
Jane looked at him and walked towards the Shack.
Chester started to head towards the back door.
"Chester just Realized that there hasn't been any Zombie activity in awhile. Mabye the Infection Rate has slowed. Or we just killed so Bloody many of them"

Peter woke from his uncomfortable slumber. He was still tied to the radiator, along with a much younger woman. Like him, she was gagged. When those had brought her in, she wouldn't stop swearing, it had been as much for Peter's sake as his captors when they simply gagged her.
He had thought he heard shots. Of course heard they're share of gunfire over the past week, but this sounded like people were shooting at each other. Maybe his captors had stumbled across a better armed group than themselves. But, equally likely, they could have just wiped out another bunch of helpless refugees.
The bathroom door opened, spilling light across the darkened room. One of Peter's captor stood in the doorway.
"You're a doctor, correct?" The man asked in an impatient tone.
Peter nodded.
The man stepped forward. Peter realised with a shock that the man was carrying a large, and very sharp, hunting knife. He struggled to escape his bonds before the man slapped him across the face, making Peter see stars. When he recovered his senses, Peter realised his captor wasn't trying to kill him, he was cutting him free of his bonds.
The man hauled Peter to his feet.
"Stay in front of me and don't try anything." He said, showing Peter the revolver in his hand.
They headed into the church. Inside, two groups of people were in some sort of standoff. Peter's captors were facing off against what seemed to be military personel. However, his captors had managed to seemingly capture three of the soldiers. Two were kneeling with their hands behind their heads, another was lying still, bleeding into the carpet. Even from a distance of ten metres, Peter could see he had been beaten very badly; his nose looked broken, his jaw out of shape, perhaps even a concussion to worry about.
One of the soldiers asked,
"Is that the doctor? Check he's still alive."
A woman captor turned to Peter and his guard.
"You heard him."
Peter knelt beside the man. Checking his vitals, he noticed a very worrying gouge to the man's left leg. There was a good chance gangreen had set in. The woman caled out again.
"Well?"
"He's still alive, only just."
The woman turned to the soldiers.
"There you have it, he's still alive. Lay down your guns."
"That was never the deal lady." The soldier replied.
The woman didn't even respond. She simply turned to Peter's guard, iniating some ghastly pre-arranged signal.
The man lowered the revolver to the injured man's face. Just as he seemed about to fire, a gunshot echoed from behind them, blowing Peter's guard forward and landing on top of the unconscious soldier. Peter just managed to see another soldier behind them with a shotgun before the shooting started. He pressed his body as close to the floor as possible