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advances without hesitation. Roger is caught off guard. He resumes firing into the attackers chest and fires four more rounds. Roger releases the spent magazine from the pistol and reaches for a fresh clip. Jerry steps up, delivering a head shot with his side arm, buying more time for Roger to reload.
    Another infected stumbles towards Roger, arms outstretched and moaning loudly. Roger still hasn't reloaded his weapon. So he grabs the attacker and thrusts him over his shoulder onto the rocky ground. Roger presses his boot against the attackers neck, pinning him to the ground, aims his pistol and splatters his face with one shell. One of the infected grabs onto Rogers shoulder, his nails digging into his flesh and knocking Roger off balance. Roger stumbles a few steps but quickly regains his balance. Roger rushes the next infected with his shoulder, knocking him back into the shaft below and proceeds to fire rounds into the onslaught coming out of the tunnel.
    “ I'm out of ammo!” Roger screams. The men advance towards Roger, shielding him from all angles in a circular group. Each man with his pistol raised, firing at the infected, each shot almost as ineffective as the last. Soon the group has spent all of their ammunition and is forced to go on the defensive.
    The relentless advance of the infected, their lack of ammo and limited weapons has taken a serious toll on the teams morale. Roger can see the helplessness in his troops eyes and he knows he has to regain control of the battle. Roger knows that if he shows even the slightest sign of weakness, the entire group's ability to fight, will disintegrate and the hope of winning with it. Roger grabs the shovel with both hands and swings it at the neck of an infected. The severed head rolls on the ground, as Roger pushes the headless body over.
    “I bow to no man, for I am elite.” Roger yells.
    “ OMEGA PHI!” Jerry yells.
    “ I answer to no man, for I am free.” Roger yells.
    “ OMEGA PHI!” Frank yells.
    “ Live or Die, forever OMEGA PHI!” Stan yells, as he limps out of the shaft, his large bowie knife in his hand and drenched in blood. The infected are now facing a two front battle and their numbers are dwindling.
    “ We thought we lost you, Stan.” Jerry says.
    “ How sweet of you, Jerry! You growing a set of boobs?” Stan asks.
    “ Should have known better, only the good ones die young.” Jerry replies.
    “ You two need a break? Kiss and makeup fast. We got business to tend to.” Roger replies.
    Stan lunges forward towards an infected but his knife misses. Another infected slams into Stan, his knife flies from his hand and lands several yards away. Two more infected close in around Stan isolating him from the others. One grabs onto his leg and he struggles to shake them. Roger and the others are cut off by six more infected, rendering them useless to save Stan. Roger watches as another infected leaps onto Stan's chest and grips his throat.
    BAM..BAM, BAM, BAM..BAM...BAM, BAM
    Gun fire erupts from the upper ledge. Each shot is perfectly placed and timed for maximum effectiveness. Stan pushes the lifeless corpse off of him and stands up in total confusion. He rushes over to Roger, finding him alive and just as confused. Instinct takes over and Stan rushes for his knife. Just before Stan picks up his weapon, he is pistol whipped on the head and knocked unconscious. Jerry gathers his thoughts and rushes the attacker, only to be knocked onto his back with a swift stiff arm.
    “That's one hell of an entrance... Glad to see you old friend.” Roger says.
    “ What do you mean old friend? That son of a bitch is trying to kill us.” Jerry says.
    “ Easy boys... He isn't trying to kill us. In fact, he just saved our sorry butts. Look around, all of them are dead and you are not.” Roger explains.
    “ I tried not to interfere Roger. But you all, left me no choice.” Amos says.
    “ Thank you, Amos. I would like to say we had it under control but you know