Slapping a 30 round banana clip into his M16, A.J. climbs down the cab of the truck, hitting the ground running as fast as he could, catching up with Rezilin who was shooting the dead that managed to make it through the tear gas. Switching his gun to semiautomatic he takes a couple head shots himself before making the mad dash for the gas station.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Goddamnit Johanson move your ass!" calls the farmiliar voice of his commanding officer. He is sitting shotgun in the Humvee just ahead with 4 other men, risking their lives to save him and the remaining soldiers following him. One by one A.J. hears the screams as his comrades in tow fall to the advancing dead, and the sickening gulps of them descending into fleshy coffins.<br/>"RUN A.J. RUN!!!" "MOVE IT!" "GET YER ASS IN GEAR!" The 'encouragements' of his buddies in the hummer just ahead...<br/>"I'M ALMOST THERE! DON'T LEAVE ME!" A.J. shouts in mid sprint, watching as his men wave and scream from the windows of the Humvee... Suddenly A.J. spies another face; a pale one with white hair behind the large truck; one of the dead rushing them from behind...<br/>"Get out of there! Forget about me!!!" A.J. shouts but he is never heard as the Hummer is overrun by the masses of undead that overrun the Hummer and all inside... Leaving A.J. between two forces of undead hunger... </span><br/><br/>A.J. snaps out of another flashback and falls to his face on the street pavement. Looking up, he sees the gas station, and a group of new comrades... In his mind they are cheering him on to get up and get his ass to safty, just as his friends had tried. Quickly he gets to his feet, and runs for his proverbial Humvee...