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backwards and knocking him
to the ground. Brad watched as the thing struggled in the snow, fighting back
to his feet before Hahn placed a second shot to the top of its head. The other
walking primals didn’t seem to be bothered by their fallen comrade; they
continued the march forward.
    Brad placed his sight on a
well-dressed male. He put the reticle just below the man’s chin, eased back on
the trigger with the tip of his finger, and felt the rifle respond as he
watched the man’s head kick back in a confirmed hit. He shifted to the left and
continued the motion on the next target. Aiming below the chin, pressure on the
trigger, another hit. Soon the mass of them were on the ground. The team
quickly replaced magazines and topped off empty ones before calling out to each
other that they were up.
    Sean brought the team online and
they slowly approached the cluster of dead primals in the snow. As they got
closer they noticed one thing right off. The first three that Parker had taken
down were dressed in heavy coats, similarly to the strangers they had
encountered. This new group was well dressed and in city clothing: suits and
skirts, leather jackets, street clothes. Sean walked close to one of them,
kicking it to make sure it was dead before searching him for identification. He
found a wallet in the man’s jacket pocket.
    “This fella is dressed nice, bus
tickets in his wallet,” Sean said.
    Hahn had done the same on one
farther back. “This one too. Business card says he was a lawyer.”
    “They are from the city,” a voice
called from behind them. It was William. He had wandered down to the group.
“The plane crash must have drawn them in, we usually don’t see city ones this
far out.”
    “Well that is unfortunate,” Sean
said.
    “Mister Brooks wanted me to tell
you that we are ready to move,” William said.
    “Okay, tell him to get going, we
will be right behind you.”
    William stood there, giving Sean a
concerned stare.
    “Is there something else, son?”
Sean asked.
    “You can’t follow us. You will lead
them to us,” William explained. “They will follow you right back to the farm.”
    “How exactly will you get away
without being followed?” Sean asked.
    “We know a way, but if they are
coming in from the city like this … They can’t find the farm,” the boy said with
a look of fear in his eyes.
    “Okay, quick then, draw me a map to
your home. I will lead them away. If I can distance myself from them I’ll make
my way to the farm,” Sean said, handing the boy a small brown notebook and
pencil.
    “I cannot give you directions to
the farm, Dad wouldn’t allow it.  But here … This is a path to a hunter’s
cabin, my uncle’s place. It’s not well known and not too far from here. If you
can lose them and make it to the cabin, we will come for you in two to three
days.”
     The boy quickly began to
sketch the map and point out different landmarks as he explained the route to
Sean. Just as he finished the drawing, a new batch of primals emerged from the
tree line. This group was thicker and twice the number of the previous group.
The boy handed the paper back as the first shots opened up on the mob. Sean
grabbed the boy’s arm and leaned in close to him. “William, please hurry and
get my people to safety. Ask the men to ready my bag and leave it outside of
the aircraft. I have a feeling I’ll be moving fast when I stop to pick it up.”
    Brad was close by and overhead
Sean’s words to the boy. “Chief, you’re full of shit if you think we’re leaving
you out here on your own!” Brad yelled over the gunfire. “Go boy, get out of
here, tell the others we’ll meet up with you later,” Brad yelled as the boy ran
back towards the aircraft.
    “Suit yourself,” Sean said with a
grin as he raised his MP5 towards the closing mass.

 
    4.
     
    Brad watched as Chelsea and the
others lowered Kelli to the ground on the makeshift stretcher. From a distance,
Sean waved goodbye to the